Uh uh Uh, uh-uh uh (Let's go Wynne!) I touch down in Atlanta, I'm feelin' like Julio Jones Studio flows, I'm drinkin' Don Julio, 'bout to be Uberin' home It's two in the morn', that bitch tryna read me, but I'm not Junie B. Jones Who do you know here, ho? I'm turnin' the booth to a funeral home Y'all really should pay me my dues, bet I'm all about cancelling student loans Don't come to me sayin' you rap if you don't have more than like two or three flows I gotta be careful when movin' with y'all, I know what you do for a post I'm tryna connect for real, but nowadays everyone's glued to their phone Just know whenever I walk in the room, it smell like perfume and cologne Like whatever your gender identity, I'm on your neck Keep all the clout, I want respect Your man said he'll come for me, it sound like a threat All that y'all do is hang on the net, give 'em a tech Loud and direct They said I'm not gonna make it, it sound like a bet Y'all out of time and I'm on the Patek Goin' through deals and you're runnin' up debt I'm on top, but I don't break a sweat Forty-eight minutes, I don't break a sweat Y'all can't rap, y'all rely on the press So, why would I ever be pressed? Verse like mastectomy I'm just gettin' this weight off my chest Yeah Wynne. Long blonde hair to the ass crack I'm a big deal, no blackjack Hashtag I was just thinkin' 'bout your man, got a flashback Find me in the booth with a gas mask Puttin' on a suit, it's a hazmat Back then y'all were laughin' at the backpack Who's got the last laugh? Who needs a backtrack? I'm the one slidin' on shit like trackpad I'm not puttin' no names on a guest list, buy a ticket, it's an investment Why I got people I don't know in my green room, drinkin' all my refreshments? You can't enjoy my rider if you're not a ride or die If you're here for my vagina, then you will not be revitalized I gotta go hit up EEM for curry whenever I'm back in town And whenever I leave, I'm proppin' us up in rooms, go ask around I'm smokin' on everyone who can't write a rap right now, come pass the loud I got my ears to the streets for ghosts like a hound, I'm trackin' 'em down I don't know about snakes and fakes and frauds, 'cause I don't have 'em around When they give me some bread, first order of business is tryna ration it out 'Cause we went from sleepin' on floors for tours and upgraded to havin' a couch So when we graduate to hotels, I'm buyin' the whole team a cap and a gown If they call me an industry plant after this man, me and Itay laughin' out loud You take those doubts that you said about me and you put 'em back in your mouth I spent all my life lookin' back in the mirror 'til I was lookin' back at the crowd The way that I'm goin' to the top like this, you'd think I turned gravity 'round Fuck what they're talkin' 'bout, bitch it's go time. (Yeah Wynne.) This just the warm-up before the showtime. (Yeah Wynne.) Shake up the game and fuck up the coastline. (Yeah Wynne.) Nobody "Rilla", I'm on that Glo grind. (Yeah Wynne!)