Ooh, yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah Seen a lot in this industry, I prefer not to speak If I speak I'm in trouble, okay, trouble it is I feel like some holy brother when I walk in the mist I'm the only real nigga, and the one who don't miss Everything I spit is fact and all y'all do is cap Keep your fake love, give me fake Nikes, I'm good with that If the sky is big enough for everybody to fly Then why you out there tryna stop another nigga's bag? I swear I never stopped another nigga's bag, uh How many of y'all can say that? The whole place full of—, full of liars and backstabbers And ass kissers, but stallion known as an ass slapper I see y'all When the shit about to go wrong Delete they whole IG photos to drop flop songs You think you fooling us? Nah, you fooling yourself Your last album, uh, should've stayed on the shelf But I been switching sounds all my life and it's been slapping Some people think they did what I did But let the records show I'm Hilda Baci on the throne like Gaddafi 'Til I pass like Xavi precisely, I'm the nicest Don't compare me to these guys I could drop an Afrobeat banger anytime I like I jumped on Amapiano and dropped the verse of the year Nobody's asking any questions 'cause they know that I'm clear What are we doing now? Hyping up whack niggas with streaming farms What are we doing now? Blood think he part of the team We know you, but not fucking with you, that's friend zone You on the charts, but we don't hear you, that's stealth mode But word to you farmers, please let the poor breathe I see y'all niggas on stage, it's weak when it's not real Just do your TikTok dance and get the fuck out July 7th, a real star gon' pop out, oh