Ayy
I could never be nobody number-one fan
Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand
You pussies can`t get booked outside America for nan`
I`m out in Tokyo because I`m big in Japan
I`m the hitmaker y`all depend on
Backstage in my city, it was friendzone
You won`t ever take no chain off of us
How the fuck you big-steppin` with a size-seven men`s on?
This the bark with the bite, nigga, what`s up?
I know my picture on the wall when y`all cook up
Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up
`Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me 50, " like some push-ups, huh
Your last one bricked, you really not on shit
They make excuses for you `cause they hate to see me lit
Pull your contract `cause we gotta see the split
The way you doin` splits, bitch, your pants might rip
You better do that motherfuckin` show inside the bity
Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Top say drop, you better drop and give `em 50
Pipsqueak, pipe down
You ain`t in no big three, SZA got you wiped down
Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down
Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now
And you gon` feel the aftermath of what I write down
I`m at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down
Big difference `tween Mike then and Mike now
What the fuck is this, a 20-v-1, nigga?
What`s a prince to a king? He a son, nigga
Get more love in the city that you from, nigga
Metro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, nigga
Yeah, I`m the 6ix God, I`m the frontrunner
Y`all nigga manager was Chubbs lil` blunt runner
Claim the 6ix and you boys ain`t even come from it
And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it
Cash blowin` Abel bread, out here trickin` (out here trickin`)
Shit we do for bitches, he doin` for niggas (what the fuck?)
Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked)
Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin`, boy, you trippin`
Drizzy Chip `n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel
I just got `em done, boy, don`t make me have to chip a nail
Rolling Loud stage, y`all were turnt, that was slick as hell
Shit`ll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tell
Hugs and kisses, man, don`t tell me `bout no switches
I`ll be rockin` every fuckin` chain I own next visit, ayy
I be with some bodyguards like Whitney
Top say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin`
Ayy, better drop and give me 50, ayy
Drop and give me 50, drop and give me 50, ayy
Niggas really got me out here talkin` like I`m 50, ayy
Niggas really got me out here rappin` what I`m livin`
I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I`m Ricky
Can`t believe he jumpin` in, this nigga turnin` 50
Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy
Spend that lil` check you got and stay up out my business
Nigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin` out the griddy
We know why you mad, nigga, I ain`t even trippin`
All that lil` heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches
This for all the top dogs, drop and give me 50, drop, drop
And that fuckin` song y`all got did not start the beef with us
This shit been brewin` in a pot, now I`m heatin` up
I don`t care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck
Champagne trippin`, he is not fuckin` easin` up
Nigga callin` Top to see if Top wanna peace it up
"Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?"
Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin` up
You done rolled deep to this, it`s not fuckin` deep enough
Beggin` Kai Cenat, boy, you not fuckin` beatin` us
Numbers-wise, I`m out of here, you not fuckin` creepin` up
Money-wise, I`m out of here, you not fuckin` sneakin` up
Cornball, your show money merch money fee to us
I`ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough
This ain`t even everything I know, don`t wake the demon up
This ain`t even everything I know, don`t wake the demon up
Drop and give me 50, all you fuck niggas teamin` up
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a 50 bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a 50 bag, 29 for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG