Hook:
If it ain’t bout a bag I don’t like that
Don’t even try to ask I don’t like that (nah)
I’m the first to attack they don’t fight back
All I gotta ask where the mic at (yuh)
They tryna test, I wouldn’t try that
Won’t be pretty if I gotta bite back (rah)
Fuck em if they hating I can’t waste time debating
I just make sure we on the right track (aye)

Verse 1:
I'm a toaster with no holster (yuh)
All of these rappers mediocre (yuh)
I’m folding all the jokers like poker (aye)
I just want the cake like Oprah (yuh)
I want all the smoke, try to take me as a joke
I’ll put a poster boy on a poster (bap)
Sleep on me now you woke, go run and tell ya folk
Who they thought was cold I’m colder
Listen I don’t care what you thought I do not give two fucks
I’m the hardest outta all these artists most these suckers do suck
You’s a bitch, if you talking shit bout me while I’m grinding
Throwing shade just cuz I be shining this shit perfect timing (woo)

Hook:
If it ain’t bout a bag I don’t like that
Don’t even try to ask I don’t like that (nah)
I’m the first to attack they don’t fight back
All I gotta ask where the mic at (yuh)
They tryna test, I wouldn’t try that
Won’t be pretty if I gotta bite back (no)
Fuck em if they hating I can’t waste time debating
I just make sure we on the right track (aye)
Verse 2:
Word to Kato this shit fuego (woo)
I'm a boss, whatever I say go (woo)
If I ain’t working imma lay low (yep)
Get the bread and hasta luego (skrt)
These dudes gotta catch up, I be getting gassed up
Send them into a fucking frenzy (grr)
Nobody really match up, all them rappers last up
I can’t mess with no sucka MC’s (no)
Don’t compare me to them clowns you bugging now I’m fucking wild
Put some respect I’m who up next go start forming up my crown
Mother fuck the fake shit they can’t take it sit yo punk ass down
I ain’t ever fronting this shit really built up from the ground

Hook:
If it ain’t bout a bag I don’t like that
Don’t even try to ask I don’t like that (nah)
I’m the first to attack they don’t fight back
All I gotta ask where the mic at (yuh)
They tryna test, I wouldn’t try that
Won’t be pretty if I gotta bite back (no)
Fuck em if they hating I can’t waste time debating
I just make sure we on the right track (aye)

Verse 3:
I’m mad confused what you call hot (what)
Calling trash flames but it’s all not (no)
Then turn around and say that I can’t spit (what)
This far from wack I got damn hits (bitch)
Whenever I spit it you with it or quit it
I ain’t tryna do this for you homie (nah)
My shit be hitting real different no kidding
Wait on it I know all you gon see (rah)