Look, I’ll be honest it ain’t no competition They say Lakeyah keep ’em pressed and all these hoes got offended Keep a couple stripe shirts on my nigga I’m winnin’ Tryna take me out the game and we gon’ blow your whistle Made it back there when we outta the states to make it triple Let me upgrade you baby you still in the same position You still runnin’ up a dollar At this point you can’t get it The difference between us bitch is you chasin’ a bag I’m in it bitch Then I had my works up now I got my racks in And beefin’ with you bum bitches that was back then I said five, four features bitch I need ten And bitch I said that I’m the G.O.A.T. ’cause I really am A pretty bitch I talk shit ain’t gotta do much I hit my nigga like a wood is it smoke or what? I ain’t gotta put my hands on you bitch you gettin’ touched I’m goin’ crazy so these bitches really know what’s up I need me a bag I’m talking a big one I still want you bitches dead if I aim I’m gon’ hit one Man I know these bitches hate me and my comments goin’ crazy Put some beef you gotta pay me who the fuck am gon’ steal from I’m the youngest in charge, 18 I’m a beast I like designers and cars so I’m taxin’ a fee Look I’m a bitch but I’m hard and all your niggas is sweet He only up that shit with you so why he carry that piece? But my niggas some real hitters, we runnin’ ’round with tools out Hit up in the party if she on spread the roomed out Hang broke bitches that ain’t me so we ain’t cool now Student of the game but runnin’ laps around the school house On God