[Intro]
(Heavy Artillery)
(Yeah, uh, uh)
(Ay, turn up for Mari, drag for Drip)
(Ayy, Harto cooked this one up)
(Step for Whites) (Turn me up Juu)
(Yeah, free the men)
(Yeah)
(Huh, I'm in my feelings sometime)
(They said they need Savage to get back in his feelings and all that, fuck that, I'm doing what the fuck I want)
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
N***a gon' count me out but he still gon' hear me
Yeah, bitch got a BBL, she a fat like Nicki
Yeah, she don't even need no butt, go buy her new titties
Yeah, young n***a ran up Ms and he still get busy
Yeah, got out the spot, can't do shit regular
Two-hundred K in the car with a drizzy
I was thе one from the start, I was telling hеr I got a hole in my heart, need a medic, love
I was running it up, you was laying with bitches
Bitch give me her neck, I ain't playing with hickies
I don't go to Dior, I ain't wearing the Ricky
Got smoke and the men be slaying the city, yeah

[Verse]
If you know what I do why you play with my top?
How you dissing my name, n***a? You ain't my opp
Got way too big, can't stay on my block
N***a ran up bands
N***a ran up bands, I don't live with no thot
White bitch get a tan
White bitch get a tan, still snorting up rocks
I put a whore on the menu and spend me a dime 'cause that's how I'm feeling today
I need to know if you did it but why is you crying? You know you ain't give it away
I already know that I'm that n***a but I can't deny it, this shit got me feeling a way
Why would I trip over n***as if I'm on the side and I made a killing today?
N***a was dissing my name on the net, I'ma catch him and spit in his face
Yeah, show you the step when you walk something down, you ain't gon' leave no trace
Yeah, rap check come but I still got pounds, I could smoke weed all day
Yeah, 'fore he got locked he was cuffing that thot and the bitch ain't last one day, yeah
[Chorus]
N***a gon' count me out but he still gon' hear me
Yeah, bitch got a BBL, she a fat like Nicki
Yeah, she don't even need no butt, go buy her new titties
Yeah, young n***a ran up Ms and he still get busy
Yeah, got out the spot, can't do shit regular
Two-hundred K in the car with a drizzy
I was the one from the start, I was telling her I got a hole in my heart, need a medic, love
I was running it up, you was laying with bitches
Bitch give me her neck, I ain't playing with hickies
I don't go to Dior, I ain't wearing the Ricky
Got smoke and the men be slaying the city, yeah