[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse 1]
I could never be nobody number-1 fan
Your first number 1, I had a put it in your hand
You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'
I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan
I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on
Backstage in my city, it was friend-zone
You won't ever take no chain off of us
How the fuck you big-stepping with a size-7 men's on?
This the bark with the bite, n***a, what's up?
I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up
Extortion, baby, whole career, you've been shook up
'Cause Top told cha "Drop and give me 50" like some pushups, huh
Your last one bricked, you really not on shit
Thеy make excuses for you 'causе they hate da see me lit
Pull yo' contract 'cause we gotta see the split
The way you doing splits, bitch, yo' pants might rip
You better do that muh'fucking show inside the Bitty
Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Top say, "Drop", you better drop and give 'em 50
Pipsqueak, pipe down
Ye' ain't in no big 3, SZA got cha wiped down
Travis got cha wiped down, Savage got cha wiped down
Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now
And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down
I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
Just to have this talk wit' cho' ass, I had a hike down
Big difference 'tween Mike then and Mike now
What the fuck is this? A 20-v-1, n***a?
What's a prince to a king? He a son, n***a
Get more love in the city that cha from, n***a
Metro, shut cha hoe-ass up and make some drums, n***a
Yeah, I'm the 6 God, I'm the frontrunner
Y'all n***a' manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner
Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it
And when you boys got rich, you had a run from it
Cash blowing Abel bread, out here tricking (Out here tricking)
Shit we do for bitches, he doing for n***as (What the fuck?)
Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (Wicked, wicked)
Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you tripping, boy, you tripping
Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, prolly got cho' bitch Chanel
I just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have da chip a nail
Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell
Shit'll prolly change if yo' BM start da kiss-and-tell
Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches
I'll be rocking every fucking chain I own next visit, ayy
I be wit' some bodyguards like Whitney
Top say, "Drop", your little midget ass better fucking—
[Chorus]
Ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayy
Drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayy
N***as really got me out here talking like I'm 50, ayy
N***as really got me out here rapping what I'm living

[Verse 2]
I'll might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky
Can't believe he jumping in, this n***a turning 50
Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy
Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business
N***a, shoutout to the hooper that be busting out The Griddy
We know why you mad, n***a, I ain't even tripping
All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches
This for all the Top Dawgs, drop and give me fifty, drop, drop
And that fucking song y'all got did not start the beef with us
This shit been brewing in a pot, now I'm heating up
Ion't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck
Champagne tripping, he is not fucking easing up
N***a calling Top da see if Top wanna peace it up
"Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?"
Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speaking up
You done rolled deep to this, it's not fucking deep enough
Begging Kai Cenat, boy, you not fucking beating us
Numbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fucking creeping up
Money-wise, I'm out of here, you not fucking sneaking up
Cornball, your show money merch-money fee da us
I'ma let chu n***as work it out because I seen enough
This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up
This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up
Drop and give me fifty, all you fuck n***as teaming up