If I was an NBA player, I'd be Dillon Brooks but worse
I'm Deebo, we are not equal
They all miss, like they Shaq at the free throw (Skrt)
Scrape my plate, never shat where I eat though
Could've dived in and never slay to the E (Swear to God)
Dos Mios, sippin' Modelo
Spit like I'm starvin', I'm finna let my ribs show
Your win-loss lookin' Jake Paul, we face off and make you face God
Huh, who that runnin' they trap? Bro, you ain't built like that
Huh, huh, ya'll ain't drop for WAP, I ain't fulfilled like that (Huh, huh)
Fifty beat switches in a minute, they gon' put me in a Guinness (Huh, huh)
I need the maximum digits, blame it on capitali-
You get hit with a facepalm (Facepalm)
It's a new year but I'm still fake calm (Fake calm)
4-5 always there like State Farm
When they can't read you like a book (Uh-uh)
They gon' try to attack what you stand on
I'ma take off even if I land wrong
And take everything I can get my hands on (Run it up!)
Huh, who that runnin' they yap? Bro, you ain't built like that
Huh, huh, herb ass niggas just rap, I ain't fulfilled like that
Huh, huh, fifty beat switches a minute, they gon' put me in a Guinness
Huh, huh, I need the maximum digits, sprayin' on capitalism
I hate when niggas be stressin' 'bout what you be doin' more than they worry 'bout they own shit
I hate when these bitches be beggin' ya boy for some cash and then turn around and say "Eat the rich"
They get mad when niggas do it for themselves 'cause they parents is still chippin' in
Oh, you mad? Your bitch play Follow the Leader after you unfollowed your bitch, huh
The underground filled with my Gohan's
These niggas be scammin' on GoFund
Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I said "Which one?"
My top five, me and four Dylans
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