Lately, I been tripping, I been smoking lots Feel like I'm a target and they're loading shots Every time they tweet me, I'm like, "Oh my God" Y'all don't wanna see me, man, I swear to God Y'all don't understand me like a burner phone, it's coded talk I don't hang with y'all like I got warrants and you know the cops I been at the top, you cannot see me with the scope you got Squad all come with laser sights, your shirt looks like it's polka dots Oh my God, oh my God Try to do me dirty, I like motocross Oh my God, oh my God All the money in my bag, it look like Photoshop We been tired of the beefing Y'all are tryna sneak diss, all in your feelings I can see you creeping all in my DMs I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge Oh my God, bank account stole my heart Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard Lately, I don't listen and you're talking lots Blow it up upon you and you ain't talking shop Every time they hit me, I'm like, "Oh my God" "I swear that y'all are demons, I put that on God" Twist your cap 'cause everybody capping, that's your soda pop Trip and you'll get clipped, I'll slip this clip in, that's a loaded Glock Hungry for the money like my tummy full of poke a dots Trust me, I don't go to police, only filthy rodents talk Oh my God, oh my God Say they BBS's, but the glow is off Oh my God, oh my God I ain't riding with you, I'll just blow you off We been tired of the beefing Y'all are tryna sneak diss, all in your feelings I can see you creeping all in my DMs I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge Oh my God, bank account stole my heart Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard My money is in my phone You bummies wish that I'd go broke Oh my God, bank account stole my heart Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard