[Verse]
Bottle of Percs, sound like maracas, yeah
Rose on my hip, Waka Flocka, yeah
I'm in the cut wit' my chopper, yeah
I'm in my Sprinter and I got 'em sprintin'
Usain Bolt, bitch, I be winnin', yeah
She look like Eve to me, 'cause easily, I got your bitch sinnin'
Yeah, colder than winter
I put a wood in that bitch, now that bitch got a splinter, yeah
You is a rat, 6ix9ine-ass n***a, no Master Splinter, yeah
Bitch, I'm a winner, bitch, I'm the best
Metta World Peace, like Ron Artest
Ain't talkin' like a ref, but if you act foul, I'ma hit yo ass wit' this TEC
Flow so smooth, huh
Dance in yo' bitch and she lovin' my groove, huh
She say that I'm so stylish
She wanna suck my dick while I keep on my shoes, yeah
Yeah, ayy, Jordan Fours, Fives, Sixes, Sevens and Twos, huh, ayy
Elevens, Nines, well yeah, I do got a few, huh, ayy
Let's go, this beat bang like Metro
Sticky weed like a schedule, huh
I'm a rockstar, heavy metal, huh
Pullin' strings, I feel like Geppetto, huh
I just did a show, let's go, huh
I'm sendin' money to the ghetto
Send it back to my daddy, grand folks
Pull up on him with the new Rambo
I'ma shoot a n***a with my eyes closed
Click-clack, bow, reload
Gun sing like American Idol
Got my hand on my rifle
You'll get dropped like a Gangster Disciple
N***a, fuck the title
Merch on her pussy like her pussy Bible
Uh-uh-uh, uh