Plastic
Yes, I do this
Opponent, don't know who this
Puffing my chest out, hooters
Ego bigger than rulers (Said)
Yes, I do this
I'm schooling like some tutors
I'm locked and loaded, shooters
My foot on wheel like scooters
I be on my fame shit
Thinking that I'm Obama
I could say some lame shit
Like how fat is yo momma
I'm floating like I'm Hova
Ain't smoking no marijuana
It ain't even over
No period, it's a comma
I caught you on my gram
Yeah I know that you was creeping
I caught you on my gram
You ain't Tom, so why you peeping
You stab me in the back
And wonder why I wasn't bleeding
Cause I'm a Saint, Diablo
A rebel and I'm a demon
Done with the fake shit, done with the snake shit
Damn I am over it
Stuck in the maze-es, ain't going places
Damn ain't you over it
Done with the bullshit, who said who shit
Damn we are over it
Done with the gossip, I'm a hot topic
Damn ain't you over it
Who the fuck go hard like a case did
Who the fuck go fly like a spaceship
Who the fuck gone copy when I paste it
Who the fuck gone bite when they taste it
Who the fuck so fat, that they basted
Who fuck get run over, now they wasted
Pinche cabrón, ain't gotta translate it
Stop saying my name, don't waste it
Who fuck gone creep around the corner
When they know I am hotter, sauna
Planted in the game like flora
Going animal like fauna
Going stupid like a chola
Pulling triggers, ain't no trauma
Know they couldn't if they wanna
Fuck that Rita and they aura
Ooo, damn I did it
Damn it's a knockout if I really did hit it
Damn it's a cop out if you really stay hidden
If you really wanna talk shit, you know where I be living
Yes, I do this
Opponent, don't know who this
Puffing my chest out, hooters
Ego bigger than rulers (Said)
Yes, I do this
I'm schooling like some tutors
I'm locked and loaded, shooters
My foot on wheel like scooters
Buzz so big, so don't act like now you know me
Thought you was my brother, hermano, friend and my homie
You're like Kendall and I'm like OG Naomi
Cause even though you're big plastic, your names always below me
I'm a trendsetter, go getter
Catch me front page, newsletter
Make a splash, ha, that's cute
I'm tsunami, I'm wetter
Ha, I'm the veteran
8 years down, I'm better than
Oh back when I was better then
Cause I ain't hold back, but I'm back again
Don't stand too close to me, I might act up
Bands are holding me, like I racked up
Take a chance, and you'll get jacked up
Beat you senseless, blue and blacked up
Don't leave the house unless I'm done up
Don't run your mouth cause I might run up
Beat you dumb, don't know the sun up
Beat you dumb, you won't recover
Damn I'm hungry, you're on the menu
Damn it's empty, did you book the venue
Bitches ain't got enough beef for the stew
Bitches ain't got enough heat for the stu
I do what I does and I does what I do
You do what I did, ain't competing with you
This ain't about you, so don't have a fit
But if the shoe fit... oh shit
Yes, I do this
Opponent, don't know who this
Puffing my chest out, hooters
Ego bigger than rulers (Said)
Yes, I do this
I'm schooling like some tutors
I'm locked and loaded, shooters
My foot on wheel like scooters
Opponent, don't know who this
Puffing my chest out, hooters
Ego bigger than rulers (Said)
Yes, I do this
I'm schooling like some tutors
I'm locked and loaded, shooters
My foot on wheel like scooters
I be on my fame shit
Thinking that I'm Obama
I could say some lame shit
Like how fat is yo momma
I'm floating like I'm Hova
Ain't smoking no marijuana
It ain't even over
No period, it's a comma
I caught you on my gram
Yeah I know that you was creeping
I caught you on my gram
You ain't Tom, so why you peeping
You stab me in the back
And wonder why I wasn't bleeding
Cause I'm a Saint, Diablo
A rebel and I'm a demon
Done with the fake shit, done with the snake shit
Damn I am over it
Stuck in the maze-es, ain't going places
Damn ain't you over it
Done with the bullshit, who said who shit
Damn we are over it
Done with the gossip, I'm a hot topic
Damn ain't you over it
Who the fuck go hard like a case did
Who the fuck go fly like a spaceship
Who the fuck gone copy when I paste it
Who the fuck gone bite when they taste it
Who the fuck so fat, that they basted
Who fuck get run over, now they wasted
Pinche cabrón, ain't gotta translate it
Stop saying my name, don't waste it
Who fuck gone creep around the corner
When they know I am hotter, sauna
Planted in the game like flora
Going animal like fauna
Going stupid like a chola
Pulling triggers, ain't no trauma
Know they couldn't if they wanna
Fuck that Rita and they aura
Ooo, damn I did it
Damn it's a knockout if I really did hit it
Damn it's a cop out if you really stay hidden
If you really wanna talk shit, you know where I be living
Yes, I do this
Opponent, don't know who this
Puffing my chest out, hooters
Ego bigger than rulers (Said)
Yes, I do this
I'm schooling like some tutors
I'm locked and loaded, shooters
My foot on wheel like scooters
Buzz so big, so don't act like now you know me
Thought you was my brother, hermano, friend and my homie
You're like Kendall and I'm like OG Naomi
Cause even though you're big plastic, your names always below me
I'm a trendsetter, go getter
Catch me front page, newsletter
Make a splash, ha, that's cute
I'm tsunami, I'm wetter
Ha, I'm the veteran
8 years down, I'm better than
Oh back when I was better then
Cause I ain't hold back, but I'm back again
Don't stand too close to me, I might act up
Bands are holding me, like I racked up
Take a chance, and you'll get jacked up
Beat you senseless, blue and blacked up
Don't leave the house unless I'm done up
Don't run your mouth cause I might run up
Beat you dumb, don't know the sun up
Beat you dumb, you won't recover
Damn I'm hungry, you're on the menu
Damn it's empty, did you book the venue
Bitches ain't got enough beef for the stew
Bitches ain't got enough heat for the stu
I do what I does and I does what I do
You do what I did, ain't competing with you
This ain't about you, so don't have a fit
But if the shoe fit... oh shit
Yes, I do this
Opponent, don't know who this
Puffing my chest out, hooters
Ego bigger than rulers (Said)
Yes, I do this
I'm schooling like some tutors
I'm locked and loaded, shooters
My foot on wheel like scooters
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Writer(s): Tristan Balarezo
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