Expensive whiskeys

Expensive whiskeys on her 'Gram but she is sober since '05
Rings and diamonds in her hands but she doesn't like my raps
Tattoos all over her arms, my style a lot to munch
What's her problem? I don't know
That's a problem of her boy, aye

You think that you are a princess but you're confused
Because you don't have a castle and your prince is not that cool
Check my style, check my flow, check my rhymes, check my shows
If you don't like who I am just get the fuck off, hey
Youngwiz got a lot to embrace, your boy is always less
Compare him with myself, he is always on the left
You chose the rusty way, already fucked your girl
You don't reply, okay, this is my move: checkmate

(Hey) and I'm always on the right path doing what I love
(Hey) and I'm always on the studio doing more-more songs
(Hey) and I'm always ending winning against your boy
(Hey) so don't compare me with all your toys

Expensive whiskeys on her 'Gram but she is sober since '05
Rings and diamonds in her hands but she doesn't like my raps
Tattoos all over her arms but my style a lot to munch
What's her problem? I don't know
That's a problem of your boy, aye, aye
That's a problem of your toy, aye, aye
That's a problem of your own, aye, aye
I don't know what to do, aye, aye

And maybe you don't like the way I dress
And maybe you don't like the way my head works
Always presuming there with your toy
Looking like a zine 'cause he don't talk
Limited edition, yeah, that's my mo'
Definition: everything you don't own, yeah, I am sorry hoe
"He talks too much", got to the deal with my fast raps and my velocity
Everything I wrote, everything I did, every girl I fuck is another good hot hit (oh shit)
"He's a little bit weird", fuck you, it calls style, not like your boy, stereotyped
You know when I rap my tongue is electrified instead your boy is out of light

(Hey) and I'm always on the right path doing what I love
(Hey) and I'm always on the studio doing more-more songs
(Hey) and I'm always ending winning against your boy
(Hey) so don't compare me with all your toys

Expensive whiskeys on her 'Gram but she is sober since '05
Rings and diamonds in her hands but she doesn't like my raps
Tattoos all over her arms but my style a lot to munch
What's her problem? I don't know
That's a problem of her boy, aye, aye

Sorry girls I'm not talking to everyone here, you know
I'm just delivering a message only to some
Ah, you gotta deal with my cuteness and all my uniqueness
And I'm so sorry for your boy
But compared with me he is out of order, ha
Yeah, trust me, he is out of order, thank you MaiLo

Youngwiz, baby, aye