[Intro: Kanye West]
No you can't be on the fucking album

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Pops home, I ain't gettin' frisked
I put your security at risk
Pops home, I ain't gettin' frisked
I put your security at risk
I put the security at risk
Okay, we gon' make this an event?
Y'all gon' need security for this

[Interlude: Kanye West]
Hmm, yeah, uh, Hmm
I ain't getting frisked, I put your security at risk

[Verse 1: Kanye West & DaBaby]
I walk in the crib, no gettin' frisked
Butt-naked in the kitchen cooking grits
Tell yo' mama, "Come give me a kiss"
Security gon' need security for this
I ain't gettin' frisked
I put your security at risk
I ain't gettin' frisked
Don't put the security at risk
Never takе thе family picture off the fridge
Nеvеr stand between a man and his kids
Y'all ain't got enough security for this
Y'all ain't got enough security for this
I put your security at risk
I make your security quit
Like, "We don't get paid enough for this" (Let‘s Go)
[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Unless it come with a meal ticket, she ain't really like that I hit it tonight
I bet that when she wake up she gon' feel different
Tried to ruin my life that's a whole twenty million
And Ye stood with me like a real n***a, hе like that n***a Baby an ill n***a
Please don't get me started, no
Bulletproof sittin' outside know I'm hoppin' out the bitch before you get a chance to park it, oh
My driver, he don't even like to drive it
All black dress code, n***a, thi Donda
Rockin' dress clothes like he in the office
Never did take much to get people talkin' I had em' Balenciaga boots when I walked in
Pretty south n***a life it's Baby let's go
Free my big cousin, me and him together, sold out condo work
The wrong woman will drag your name all through the mud
Get you caught all kind of jerks
Havin' lose you all kind of chips, you better understand how condoms work
The label tellin' me go finish your album Kirk but I'm hoppin' on Donda first
They youngin' showin' his Honda, I ain't drop nada, I had it kinda worse
Got it in, Got it Impala
Bought a lil' choppa, came with a pound of Perc
Never let them take a soul my n***a
Tell 'em Tupac that shirt off
Thug life get 'em out that how it go, my n***a
Search me, where they do that at?, n***a

[Verse 3: Baby Keem]
Catch him by the fists
I put your maturity at risk
Got the opportune, it's flattered, what I missed?
I ain't run around the world to tell 'em this
Las Vegas Summer's burnin' through my wrist
Legend has it, almost drowned when he was six
No excuses when the fairytale is blitz
Church building, Grandma pickin' out his fits
She said, "Janice, hold him by the hand"
He couldn't even keep the same friends
Black stone, I'ma stick it to the man
If another rich kid feel like steppin' on my Vans
I ain't showin' no emotion with my fists
I put your maturity at risk
Then put your insecurity at risk
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Pops home, I ain't gettin' frisked
I put your security at risk
Pops home, I ain't gettin' frisked
I put your security at risk
I put the security at risk
Okay, we gon' make this an event?
Y'all gon' need security for this