[Verse 1]
If I’m gonna do it I’mma do the shit flashy, ay ay
Haters get to stretch their legs in my backseat, ay yuh
Haters big talk, but still they don’t pass me, ay yuh
All that number one talk, but still on my ass cheeks, ay ay
You can never be like me, I know
You ain't on the seas like me, I flow
You don’t run the scene like me, maestro
I can lead the scene with me blindflinded
See you talking all that heat, eye roll
But every time you call your seat dial tone
Hashira, I don’t ever lie low
And I keep three baddies everywhere I go

[Chorus]
Said you wanna ball like me
Glamour that's all you’ve seen
You ain't never seen the pain
You ain't never heard the screams
Nah, but they know, they know
Said you wanna ball like me
Glamour that's all you’ve seen
You ain't never heard the screams
You ain't never heard the screams
Naw, well, they know, they know
[Verse 2]
I’ve seen y’all one of many many
You want, but you don’t want to get it
You want, but you don’t want the pressure
To flaunt, but you don’t want the lesson
You search for the light switch
All the while hoping to time skip
You a side kick
That's why you’ll never be remembered nothing more then my bitch
Shit ain't sweet, shit ain't sweet
Before I even got the bling I had the heat
Before I even felt the rings I felt defeat
And now I got these bad bitches in the crib with me

[Bridge]
Shit ain't sweet, ay ay yuh
Shit ain't sweet, ay ay yuh
Shit ain't sweet, ay ay yuh
Shit ain't sweet, shit ain't

[Verse 3]
What, you wanna ball like me
Well, you gotta learn to fall like me
Then you gotta learn to crawl like me
Then you’ll see you ain't at all like me
Been through the struggle
Now I got a time piece on my wrist
Now I got a dime piece on my hip
And I keep a tight leash on my bitch, you
Look in deeper, I have seen the reaper
Can't you see the speakers jumping, Sound Hashira
I’m a Demon Slayer, but I been a demon
Why you think I know a demon when I see em
I’ve been through the struggle I've been through the ringer
On the same shit, but a different season
On a different arc and I know you peeped it
I say how I’m living and they don’t believe it
What, you know me from the surface, bitch, what you know about purpose, shit
What you know about losing fam so what I do a little flourishing
When you need me I hurt em shit, so what I rock a little Birkin with
When playing cards never turn my wrist, chips staying large never hurt my grip, yuh yuh
All these bitches coming, but I’m staying nearby ready
Heard you turned it up to ninety nine, well bitch, you getting Betty’d
Bitch, I only go one hundred, if we kick it's getting Messi
Diamond shining in they face so much, it give them epilepsy
God of festivals, when I see blood it looks like a confetti
On these animals and bitch, it’s feeling like the Serengeti
On that Trejo tip you know I’m always stocked with the Machetes
At your mommas crib and bitch, well, she ain't serving up spaghetti
Yeah ay, shit ain't sweet
You said you got the number one, well bitch, you missed cause it ain't me
Ay ay yeah, shit ain't sweet
You said you dropping number one’s, well I’m on top so we gon see
Yeah ay ay, we gon see
Ay ay yeah, we gon see
Ay ay yeah, we gon see
Ay ay ay, we gon see