Makin' that [?] like, what? Ayy Makin' that [?] like, hold up Gang (Hey, where's Rolo?) Ayy Makin' that [?] like this shit a lap Know I'm 317, know I rep the 'Nap No time for no beefin', nigga, what's that? I really got brothers who move that pack I really know brothers that's in that trap My songs don't miss, know that shit is a slap Not shaking your hand, not givin' no dap Not worth my time, boy, cut the chit-chat Had to take his girl, had to get his bitch back That [?] on me, know it's mismatch And I know that they mad because of that fact And he not gon' spin, not gon' spin back And he totin' that gun, that's a fake strap Oh, you want a hit? I'ma make that I'ma make this shit happen And no, I'm not mo'fuckin' cappin' Pull up on me and we finna get crackin' Huh, not talkin' 'bout monsters Don't give a fuck what you say, you can't taunt us I don't like beef, 'cause I got honors He see a little fame and that lil' boy ponder I got some sons in this shit, no sonder All black fit on my body, like DONDA White plug, I think that nigga name Connor I need a vacation, might hit Tijuana Ayy, and they wanna play with the kid Shoutout to my nigga Carti, we takin' that boy off the grid Ayy, throwback to a couple summers ago, I was up in Madrid Ayy, and my name might be midwxst, but I ain't ever make mid Bitch Stop playin' with me Don't hit my phone, can't hang with me And I still got the same damn gang with me When I drop a lil' song, know they thanking me I know all this pain just temporary And I made a couple bands in January 'Bout to make a couple more in February Don't talk to me, it's unnecessary Know shit get scary like hereditary We all goin' up, not comtemporary I've been singin' this shit like Mariah Carey Can't fuck with my words, my vocabulary Been undercover, like my name Perry Pop him like fireworks, Katy Perry I get in that car and my songs, they blarin' I walk in that function and everyone starin', bitch Makin' that [?] like this shit a [?] Know I'm 317, know I rep the 'Nap No time for no beefin', nigga, what's that? I really got brothers who move that pack I really know brothers that's in that trap My songs don't miss, know that shit is a slap Not shaking your hand, not givin' no dap