[Verse 1: GreekDaGod]
Anit no party without Greek
Catch me in da streets, rolling with elites
Ooo you sleep on me, the reaper you will meet
Its domes day if u meet me, your flow not even knee deep
So catch me up in my homie jeep
M.j , Tyson , Jordan games 6, my flow raw yall PG
Haters watching me like t.v. im going in low key
By the time you realize its over B
Yall n*ggas not in the same league
Im outta space im hard reach
[Hook: Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n*gga you ain't bought sh*t
Talking bout a hunned bottles, n*gga you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk nana clips, n*gga you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n*gga you ain't f*ck sh*t
[Verse 1: Drake]
Took n*ggas out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there n*gga
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks sh*t
And if a n*gga say my name, he the hot sh*t
But if I say the n*gga name, he still the hot sh*t
f*cked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
n*ggas act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing n*ggas on the hooks though
And n*ggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, n*gga, I feel amazing
I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap n*gga with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't sh*t once you get a mill
And n*ggas say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
n*gga nah, f*ck that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n*gga bricked up
f*ck n*ggas gon' be f*ck n*ggas
That's why we never give a f*ck when a f*ck n*gga switched up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
If money talk then your pockets ain't saying sh*t
I'm in the bathroom getting head from your b*tch
And I ain't paying her sh*t
You want beef? You don't know who you playing with
I tell my pilot to land the jet
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off
Give a click and you n*ggas dead where you standing at
I'm just a trippy n*gga smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like Jim Carrey
I got b*tches that's super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white like Barry
I'm a rich n*gga, still keep a pistol with me
n*gga you ain't f*ckin' with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters with me
Just in case you pus*y n*ggas try to get you a piece
What it is, my n*gga? What it's hittin' for?
Where the car you were whippin' in the video?
Where is the ice at? Where is them pretty hoes?
You a fraud, real n*ggas already know
Broke ass n*ggas I can't stand them
I hit 'em with the cannon
I buying out the mall at random
Juicy J that n*gga is fresh to death
Smoke till there is nothing left
Bail off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom
[Hook]