text: Firzt on the track
  Oh, you thought I was coming on some muhfuckin 
  Some lover boy shit, huh? 
  Thats what the fuck you thought I was about to do, some of that lover boy shit?
  Thats how you thought I was coming? 
  Fuck that 
  Look 
  Turn up
  Brrt
  My trap phone jumpin like a beeper, thumpin like a speaker
  Cutting pretty hoes off
  I always been a loner, I dont really need em
  Tryin not to doze off
  Aint been getting sleep, I practice what Im preachin
  If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
  Im the fuckin goat, these muhfuckas know it
  This aint spoken word, but Im a fuckin poet
  This a .40, if I up it, Ima blow it
  Every song I got, I blank
  I see these niggas hatin on the internet, but I dont never see them at the bank
  Im at the counter takin out some rap money
  The teller tell me that I act funny
  Im going shoppin with the trap money
  I put that shit on and I drip
  I tried to sneak in that bitch with the rod, my shirt was too tight, it aint cover the clip
  Im getting high on the low with yo bitch, drinkin Hen while I drive Im control the whip
  I wouldn’t try this at home, I got on take a nigga bitch cologne
  Dont try to pull out yo picture phone
  Kiss on this dick, aint no mistletoe
  You know Im the shit I can switch a ho
  Get rid of a bitch, I dont miss a ho
  Forget it, you blew it, its over
  All hundreds they blue like they rollin
  Did my dance and I took yo lil ho
  She like how I be moving my shoulders
  You know how the boy do it, Im posted, I keep that shit lowkey, I still got that OG
  And he gon try to cap for his partners, dont know nothin bout me, but act like he know me
  And I might catch a flight to LA just to go back and shoot my shot like Im Kobe
  Then I go catch a flight back to Charlotte and get off the load by my muhfuckin lonely
  Cause my
  My trap phone jumpin like a beeper, thumpin like a speaker
  Cutting pretty hoes off
  I always been a loner, I dont really need em
  Tryin not to doze off
  Aint been getting sleep, I practice what Im preachin
  If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
  Im the fuckin goat, these muhfuckas know it
  My trap phone jumpin like a beeper, thumpin like a speaker
  Cutting pretty hoes off
  I always been a loner, I dont really need em
  Tryin not to doze off
  Aint been getting sleepy, I practice what Im preachin
  If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
  Im the fucking goat, these motherfuckers know it
  That aint DaBaby, thats my baby