[Verse 1]
Yeah, I like workin' like possessive in a way
Tell me that it's yours, even though we both know that it ain't
I got numbers in the city, I'm a no one, it's okay
Cause when the rap shit happens it's all fashion, watch it change
Used to smoke out the window, now I'm smokin' out the flings
Look like Brady from the times I been engaged, lotta rings
Lotta dreams finally vivid
Flows and the hoes all be lookin' like a ribbon

[Chorus]
Bitch, I did it, yeah
I'm Willy Smith with the slaps cause I'm back
Yeah, I'm Willy Smith with the slaps cause I'm back

[Verse 2]
Out, out, out my chest, look me in the eyеs, they obsessed
How thеy treat me like I'm next, feelin' swift
Everything I'm gettin', see, I manifest
I don't need a shitty festival to pop off, this is stress
Used to smoke, yeah, I was too depressed
Now I hit the studio to vent
She said my ivy league legit, she don't even leave the house but she find a way to trip
Black Vans and ZARA on the fit
Tryna take my homies from the quota to a fuckin' whip
I just slapped the instrumental, Willy Smith
I just slapped the instrumental, Willy Smith