I was down on my meat Like a popular butcher Hibachi my choppa Cause it get to cookin' The same one's who doubted The one's who be lookin' You think he a clerk By the way he be bookin' My money straight But my origin crooked Don't talk bout a body The other side lookin' Ain't give me a chance So, I went out and took it If you actin' green Then you bound to get smoked You would think I'm and author Cause murder I wrote I ran up a bag in the store Like a tote Got your girl super wet Now your house got a moat It's funny how people don't care When you poor But as soon as you come up They all at your door Don't butter me up Just cause I'm on a roll The crackers be mad Cause they losin' control I know I'm on my way They was all sleepin' And I woke 'em up They say it's alarming How I'm blowin' up Surrounded be snakes I been losin' my trust They say loosen up I'm steady on go Like Metro Boomin I want me some more I'm steppin' in Florida I'm makin' it snow You need to Give it up That's what I say When I'm hittin' a lick I was the one Thuggin' all in the PM Your girl a thot Get her out of my DM She for the streets Yeah, yeah Moment of silence Cause that's how I move If feelin' handy How I keep a tool I been through a lot And I still keep it cool I know you need me Hitta, I don't need you I was down on my meat Like a popular butcher Hibachi my choppa Cause it get to cookin' The same one's who doubted The one's who be lookin' You think he a clerk By the way he be bookin' My money straight But my origin crooked Don't talk bout a body The other side lookin' Ain't give me a chance So, I went out and took it I know you proud of me I just pulled up, did a robbery I grill 'em up like hibachi be No ones on top of me Except my shorty who toppin' me I don't see hot as me I got the confidence That's why the shorties be flockin' me And I'm invested so properly I know you fed up You better watch the ones close to you They the ones changin' When you livin' better I'm feelin' dynamite I'm sharing good times With me and whoever Your shorty a groupie Your daddy a goofy And you just a fruit, not a stepper You say you down for whatever But you got to runnin' Like you winnin' medals There ain't no love in the streets I put in the work You been pickin' at petals I was down on my meat Like a popular butcher Hibachi my choppa Cause it get to cookin' The same one's who doubted The one's who be lookin' You think he a clerk By the way he be bookin' My money straight But my origin crooked Don't talk bout a body The other side lookin' Ain't give me a chance So, I went out and took it I know you proud of me I just pulled up, did a robbery BWAH, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm Yeah