[Chorus]
Got off the call with my manager
I just him, "I'm gon' get it going"
My producer just sent me a beat
I just told, "I'm gon' get the flow in"
Bitch, I'm rappin, I'm rappin the heat
I could never fall under defeat
Now that they know I'm making that money
All the sudden they fucking with me

[Verse 1]
It's whatever, I know how it be
You can't make a band in a week
My n***a you mad 'cause you sleep
Just stop it, [?]
Man, you think that you're hard, n***a
We all know you not
We saw you talking to cops
Don't fuck around, get shot
Don't ever try to do something like that and then coming around on the block
'Cause that shit is just gon' get you got
N***a know it, he probably forgot

[Refrain]
Bitch, don't get dropped off
They fucking around
Tryna get you down, get you knocked off
These n***as, they be on my dick because they know that I popped off
Man you not a man, you a bitch, and we know that you soft-soft
(Just stop trying, n***a)
[Verse 2]
I'ma just stack up my bread, get a Lamb truck, yeah
I'ma just fuck on a bitch 'cause she bad, I might let her fan-fuck, yeah
I might just go lay that bitch on her ass, do some for the camera, aye
I [?] and now she can't stand up, aye

[Chorus]
Got off the call with my manager
I just him, "I'm gon' get it going"
My producer just sent me a beat
I just told, "I'm gon' get the flow in"
Bitch, I'm rappin, I'm rappin the heat
I could never fall under defeat
Now that they know I'm making that money
All the sudden they fucking with me

[Verse 3]
Told my momma, "don't worry 'bout nun" (Nothing)
You know that I got you for life (Let's go)
Man, I had to go to the jeweler (Huh)
Man, I had to get me some ice (Yeah)
Man, I get to get me some nice
They gon' be cold like an ice cube
We taking that bitch out my life (Let's go)
I told that lil bitch, "I don't like you"
And she be like drip-drip
I seen a bad bitch, and she could get it-get it
She a savage, I know she with it-with it
When she put on her jeans, I seen her ass, and that shit fitted-fitted
She could get it-get it (Let's go)
I just went to the store in the morning
She be like, "what the fuck is you doing?"
Bitch, don't worry 'bout me where I'm going
Told my dawg, "turn me up on the mic"
I gotta do this tonight, yeah
Bitch, I gotta finish the album
I'm talking 'bout Summer of Svrite (Yeah!)
[Refrain]
Bitch, don't get dropped off
They fucking around
Tryna get you down, get you knocked off
These n***as, they be on my dick because they know that I popped off
Man you not a man, you a bitch, and we know that you soft-soft
(Just stop trying, n***a)