Hit a button Morty give me a beat Oh man, ok, alright, um People look at me like I'm insane (yeah) They on the ground but I'm in a plane (yeah) They don't know what's in my fuckin' brain But they think my sound is fuckin' fire yeah they think it's flames Yeah, they think its fuckin' flames Uh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh They think its fuckin' flames in my lane Talkin' to that bitch I been in my brain (yeah) Yeah, now she give me brain I just do this shit now they knowin' my name, yeah 'Cause these snitches they be switchin' lanes I'm living my facts you just makin' claims I told 'em I'm not in it for the fuckin' fame I just want a gold song before a gold chain Ay, so what the fuck you heard When these haters see me they just duck and swerve (yeah) Just kicked to the fuckin curb Now they always gotta ask me what's the word (ay, yeah) We cookin' in the stu' we got all the sauces Bitch I'm independent I ain't got no bosses Yeah I keep on winnin' I ain't got no losses They ask me for the keys like the fuckin' locksmith Locksmith yeah you know I'm doin' hot shit Hot shit they all like it when I drop shit You pop shit I'm like why the fuck you talkin' I walk in everybody they be rockin' (ay) So now they finally like the flow These people 'round me used to doubt me now they know You peepin' out my wrist I know you feelin' cold Steady makin' hits I'm comin' for the gold Ay that was good You peepin' out my wrist I know you feelin' cold Yeah 'cause you're also salty 'cause you ain't got this shit Ay, yeah Peepin out my wrist I know your feelin' cold (uh) Fuckin' on that bitch I know I'm feelin' bold (uh) Yeah I'm makin' hits just look how much I sold Ay ay ay I can just not be controlled Ay, so what the fuck you heard When these haters see me they just duck and swerve (yeah) I was kicked to the fuckin curb Now they always gotta ask me what's the word (ay, yeah)