Hoo, hoo, hoo, ayy
1] I feel like I'm a but I'm 5'8" I feel more defiant y'all hate Y'all the only runnin' in the car race Serve a nigga with the butter parquet (Yeah) Rap niggas all soft, so I'm a bit of Pac, bit of Kanye You a bit of Fox and Beyoncé (Right) Any beef to me get sautéed Yeah, the fake runnin' with the hard face Bet that pump to your make your heart race (Grrr) And I you take it all the wrong way Leave you near the pump, near the bar place This red put your ass in a dark place
You a trill nigga, get your hands up You a nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up You a real nigga, get mothafuckin' bands up You a real nigga, get your mothafuckin' up
2] Celebration, No debatin', crown me king, I'm tired of (Yeah) champ, I gotta face it You disgracin', people sensin' that fakin' I'm the Lord, I might go With the flow and take 'em out, 'em (Yeah) No mistakin', new Hood Pope pullin' up to rule the (Alright) And I came a long way from the stash (Yeah) Now I switch like a Dalmatian (Right) kid played by the crack house (Yeah) And I got my moms out my ass paid (Alright) understand when I black out (Yeah) I don't give a fuck 'bout a wack I don't give a 'bout no rap favor to bow to the Lord and say all your prayers
You a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' up You a real nigga, get mothafuckin' hands up You a real nigga, get mothafuckin' bands up You a real nigga, get your hands up