Millions (feat. Yictitan)
Music my passion, I just happened to be that good at rapping
I got talons, I’m a dragon
Competition only thing I’m attacking
Hold on to your heads
Cause they talk it off when it comes to the capping
Hats off to the cats off in the cabin, I’m the captain
Let me drive the boat
I’m the X on the map and the pirates know
That I’m treasure, with a microphone
Know I got that bullshit that sent Michael home
But no pressure, I’m an adolescent
Your racks might stack if I add a lesson
I’d rather not but I have a question
Y’all really counting me out
Sesame Street for the kids who don’t know how to properly count (Woah)
I had to stay on my feet but them niggas kept knocking me down
(Woah aye)
Niggas tried locking me out
Thinking outside of the box, I ain’t talking a bout
Nigga I hail from the south
We know where you stay and if niggas they talk
Take the tongue out his mouth
I’m T’challa, I’m coming for collars
So please do not holler when I get to blacking on niggas
Scary like Thanos and I got the glove
So don’t be surprised when I’m snapping on niggas
I might just get rid of half of you niggas
Best rapper out of the avenue nigga
Spent the whole afternoon with a lil baddie who probably gone come to you afterwards Nigga
It’s crazy how we came up
Pull up on a nigga with that thang tucked
All my niggas dangerous
We don’t give no fucks bout being famous
Ima pop my shit, clean when I’m pulling up
Niggas really need some Listerine cause they talk too much
And she love the way my wrist bling, she can’t get enough
And my life is on the big screen when you pull it up
Y’all must’ve forgot
But this what I do
So hold the applause
Until I get through
Como estas
Shout out my Spanish boo
Consume a rapper like a cannibal
Then I hit a nigga in the mandible
I’m just tryna make em make em wake up
I’m the batter boy get your cake up
That’s a good pitch like an A+
But I got a bat in my waist tucked
I’m Bo Jack with the home runs
Jack, rob with a blow gun
In the end, you 0-1
Your new shorty my old one
And I’m fed up like a newborn
Niggas ain’t hot just lukewarm
And I pulled up in a coupe, foreign, with the roof gone
That was two proms in a row
I’m from the 770
And shoutout the people that voted me king
Now niggas call me the GOAT
Call me whatever you like
But don’t call me whenever you want
I never been the type to answer the phone
I only answer to God so don’t ask if I’ll get on your song
Hell nah nigga, move it along
And I promise we here to stay until the party’s done
But when the party’s over, we popping trunks
And niggas popping mollys I’m dropping bombs
So don’t play with E cause he not the one
It’s crazy how we came up
Pull up on a nigga with that thang tucked
All my niggas dangerous
We don’t give no fucks bout being famous
Ima pop my shit, clean when I’m pulling up
Niggas really need some Listerine cause they talk too much
And she love the way my wrist bling, she can’t get enough
And my life is on the big screen when you pull it up