[Pre-Chorus]
Niggas really on my dick, that's a shame
I don't even know your name
Give' a fuck who you claim
Nigga fuck your gang gang
That clout be the blame
For these sorry ass rap niggas chasing all the fame

[Chorus]
Gimme a bag, Betcha I fill it
Slide me the beat, Betcha I kill it
Niggas is mad, I'm on my chill shit
Now when I really take off
Hope you get mad and you feel it
Cuz' my name is getting hot
Bitch it's poppin' out the skillet

[Verse 1]
Where you think you at?
This Atlanta, Lay you on your back
You ain't on the map, stop the cap
You can't really rap
Using ghostwriters? Disrespect!
What the fuck is that?
Always putting shit on your set
Where the fuck they at?
You a lame nigga
You a bitch nigga
You a snitch nigga, Not cool
I don't fuck with ya

[Pre-Chorus]
Niggas really on my dick, that's a shame
I don't even know your name
Give' a fuck who you claim
Nigga fuck your gang gang
That clout be the blame
For these sorry ass rap niggas chasing all the fame

**[Chorus]**
Gimme a bag, Betcha I fill it
Slide me the beat, Betcha I kill it
Niggas is mad, I'm on my chill shit
Now when I really take off
Hope you get mad and you feel it
Cuz' my name is getting hot
Bitch it's poppin' out the skillet

[Verse 2]
Niggas got jokes? Well I'm on your ass
Niggas want smoke? Get ya chimney smashed
Don't feature me on your song
Promise nigga you will get trashed
I'm Michael Phelps with that tool
Don't let your whole team get splashed
"Damn he's rash!"
Nah that's just how I react
In the maybach, let my seatback
Glove compartment where the piece at
In Bahamas, where the sea at
They tell a nigga to relax
Nah I can't do that
Cuz' I gotta watch my back
They will never catch me lack

[Pre-Chorus]
Niggas really on my dick, that's a shame
I don't even know your name
Give' a fuck who you claim
Nigga fuck your gang gang
That clout be the blame
For these sorry ass rap niggas chasing all the fame