White T-Shirt
Pull up to the spot like Lorenzo Fertitta
My girl ain't really Spanish but she still my Gordita
Take my mask off like my name is Rip Hamilton
Write my own bars like I was the star of Hamilton
Call me Lin Manuel man y'all can go to hell man
They lookin' for my soul but I will never sell man
Finishing these lobs you would think I was the Mailman
Thought you was a lion but I am the gazelle man
I'm just moving too quick, you just looking foolish
Got some homies with me and they out here looking ghoulish
Just wait 'til I drop
And I'm steady making bops
Got a girl with DD's
And she in a crop top
White T-shirt
Like Steve Kerr
Call up Jahlil, told him make the beat work
Baby mama cute
And she chubby too
Told her grab the booty shorts, make the cheeks work
Yeah this cost a lot
Yeah this cost a guap
So illumanti and you're so illumi-not
Man I'm out here catching bodies while you're out here catching flops
Man you're feeding at the bottom while I'm out here getting top
Said your chain was real then we found out it's a prop
You said your girl was wifey then we found out she a thot
You tryna flip the script but you don't even got a plot
You tryna make the league but you don't got a jump shot
They ask me what I make a year I just say a lot
They ask me who I fear so I tell them only God
I'm just living proof that cream rises to the top
But all that really means is that I want it more than not
Let the bass hit
Hit the basement
Why the haters get mad when they could embrace it
I ain't going nowhere and it's time that you just faced it
Swear you made your mark but I came in and erased it
This one for the people who just wanna see me fail
I already got your coffin and this song is the nail
Remember when I had no money shopping at Goodwill
Now I call up Louis V and tell 'em clear out all the shelves
White T-shirt
Like Steve Kerr
Call up Jahlil, told him make the beat work
Baby mama cute
And she chubby too
Told her grab the booty shorts, make the cheeks work
Walk around with nothing but my chain and my socks on
Man she really love it with my chain and my socks on
Posted in the desert like a mother (mother) cactus
Hunger Games with me and they all know I'm Katniss
Fly her to Miami just to see her thong bikini
No one sits on the fence with me, Mr. Feeny
The way I'm out here got these other rappers feeling teeny
Call up John Cena cuz you can never see me
I'm a weirdo, call me Yankovic
Kim Possible, call and tell me what's the sitch
If I don't got your contact then I don't pick up
Call your whole team tell 'em that the jig's up
My girl ain't really Spanish but she still my Gordita
Take my mask off like my name is Rip Hamilton
Write my own bars like I was the star of Hamilton
Call me Lin Manuel man y'all can go to hell man
They lookin' for my soul but I will never sell man
Finishing these lobs you would think I was the Mailman
Thought you was a lion but I am the gazelle man
I'm just moving too quick, you just looking foolish
Got some homies with me and they out here looking ghoulish
Just wait 'til I drop
And I'm steady making bops
Got a girl with DD's
And she in a crop top
White T-shirt
Like Steve Kerr
Call up Jahlil, told him make the beat work
Baby mama cute
And she chubby too
Told her grab the booty shorts, make the cheeks work
Yeah this cost a lot
Yeah this cost a guap
So illumanti and you're so illumi-not
Man I'm out here catching bodies while you're out here catching flops
Man you're feeding at the bottom while I'm out here getting top
Said your chain was real then we found out it's a prop
You said your girl was wifey then we found out she a thot
You tryna flip the script but you don't even got a plot
You tryna make the league but you don't got a jump shot
They ask me what I make a year I just say a lot
They ask me who I fear so I tell them only God
I'm just living proof that cream rises to the top
But all that really means is that I want it more than not
Let the bass hit
Hit the basement
Why the haters get mad when they could embrace it
I ain't going nowhere and it's time that you just faced it
Swear you made your mark but I came in and erased it
This one for the people who just wanna see me fail
I already got your coffin and this song is the nail
Remember when I had no money shopping at Goodwill
Now I call up Louis V and tell 'em clear out all the shelves
White T-shirt
Like Steve Kerr
Call up Jahlil, told him make the beat work
Baby mama cute
And she chubby too
Told her grab the booty shorts, make the cheeks work
Walk around with nothing but my chain and my socks on
Man she really love it with my chain and my socks on
Posted in the desert like a mother (mother) cactus
Hunger Games with me and they all know I'm Katniss
Fly her to Miami just to see her thong bikini
No one sits on the fence with me, Mr. Feeny
The way I'm out here got these other rappers feeling teeny
Call up John Cena cuz you can never see me
I'm a weirdo, call me Yankovic
Kim Possible, call and tell me what's the sitch
If I don't got your contact then I don't pick up
Call your whole team tell 'em that the jig's up
Credits
Writer(s): Robbie Tripp
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