text: Who shot your homeboy? A nigga with a diaper on?
  Got on the City Girls beat and got a cypher on?
  Your girl said she diggin with DaBaby, right or wrong?
  Just gave me head in the rental car while the lights was on
  You know me, I be chillin’ and coolin, know Im the shit with the music
  Since you in love with computers, go look my name up on Google
  And please don’t turn to no groupie, other niggas be goofy
  Might as well get some popcorn, we finna make this a movie
  Somewhere laid up with a stallion, lettin them haters hate
  Eatin jumbo shrimp with the steak off of a paper plate
  Ballin on em like Michael Jordan back in 88
  Got my dick sucked before my flight, it almost made me late
  Im in a different bracket than rappers, these niggas cant relate
  Don’t make me get to slappin’ these rappers, give em a change of face
  Made so many racks off of trappin’, say I was slangin weight
  Put the weed down and start eatin, they say Im gainin’ weight
  Who shot ya? That lil nigga with the pamper baby?
  With twenty pounds of Cali weed inside the hamper baby?
  Your girl said she throw the- ah ah ah
  I pull up with the bald fade like a cancer- ahh
  Who shot ya? That lil nigga be on Instagram?
  Do what the fuck he want to do like he dont give a damn?
  Just got some head outside the show inside the sprinter van
  They say Im a fool cause Im coolin, smooth as a ceiling fan
  You need to get your boss, I aint tryin to talk to no middleman
  Im chargin just to talk, nothin personal, Im a businessman
  Huh?