[Intro]
Ayo (Some people tryna come talk to me, yeah)
(You don't know nothing about me, yeah)
(And I got something, a sample from G’s, yeah) Shout-out to my gang
(You don't care 'bout me feeling free, yeah) I really
(I really hate you, wouldn’t compare you to me, yeah)
Wanna say thank you (Oh, how I'd love to say thank you)
(Fuck around and meet this bucka from me, yeah)
Let's get this shit started, fam (Woah, woah, woah)
Oh (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse 1]
I'm a motherfucking killer, I'm the modern Atilla
I'm fucking up the whole store, fucked up the tiller
Gang-gang 'til I die, none of my bars are filler
Oh, and by the way, shout-out Bryson Tiller (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, no thank-you's, no, no thank-you’s, no
Ayy, ayy, ayy, fuck a fuckin’ thank-you
No thanks, no, no, no thanks
Fuck a, fuck a, fuck a thank you
Ayy, no thank-you's, no, no thank-you’s, no
Ayy, ayy, ayy, fuck a fuckin' thank-you
No thanks, no, no, no thanks
Fuck a, fuck a, fuck a thank you
[Verse 2]
I just hopped out of the whip and I'm feeling so ratchet
I'm ready to kill, grabbin’ the hatchet
Bitch, I'm on fire like a matchstick
Make money on streets, I'm doing some hat-tricks
Straight from the governor, I'm Potter, do magic
Coming like the Crooked Man, put on my coat and it's lookin' so jagged
Woah, woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah (Yeah), woah