(Whoo Kid)
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Ayy
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I could never be nobody number-one fan
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Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand
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You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'
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I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan
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I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on
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Backstage, in my city, it was friend zone
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You won't ever take no chain off of us
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How the f*ck you big steppin' with a size seven men's on?
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This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up?
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I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up
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Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up
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'Cause Top told you drop and give me fifty like some push-ups, huh
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Your last one bricked, you really not on shit
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They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit
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Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split
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The way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might rip
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You better do that motherf*ckin' show inside the bitty
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Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty
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Then we need a verse for the Swifties
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Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty
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Pipsqueak, pipe down
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You ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped down
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Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down
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Like your label, boy, you in the scope right now
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And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down
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I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
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Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down
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Big difference between Mike then and Mike now
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What the f*ck is this, a 20-v-1, nigga?
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What's a prince to a king? He a son, nigga
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Get more love in the city that you from, nigga
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Metro, shut your ho-ass up and make some drums, nigga
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Yeah, I'm the 6ix god, I'm the frontrunner
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Y'all nigga manager was Chubbs' lil' blunt runner
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Claim the 6ix, and you boys ain't even come from it
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And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it
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Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (out here trickin')
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Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (what the f*ck?)
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Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked)
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Spend it like you tryna f*ck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin'
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Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel
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I just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nail
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Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell
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Shit'll probably change if his BM start to kiss and tell
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Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches
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I'll be rockin' every f*ckin' chain I own next visit, ayy
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I be with some bodyguards like Whitney
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Top say drop, your little midget-ass better f*ckin'
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Ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayy
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Drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayy
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Niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayy
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Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin'
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I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky
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Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' fifty
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Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy
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Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business
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Nigga, shoutout to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy
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We know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin'
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All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches
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This for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop, drop
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And that f*ckin' song y'all got did not start the beef with us
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This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up
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I don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as f*ck
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Champagne trippin', he is not f*ckin' easin' up
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Nigga calling Top to see if Top wanna piece it up
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"Top, wanna piece it up? Top, wanna piece it up?"
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Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up
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You done rolled deep to this, it's not f*ckin' deep enough
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Beggin' Kai Cenat, boy, you not f*ckin' beatin' us
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Numbers-wise, I'm outta here, you not f*ckin' creepin' up
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Money-wise, I'm outta here, you not f*ckin' sneakin' up
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Cornball, your show money merch money fee to us
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I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough
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This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up
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This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up
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Drop and give me fifty, all you f*ck niggas teamin' up
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What top five you smokin' on, Kendrick?
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Hm, hm, yeah
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Drop, drop, drop, drop
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Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
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Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
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Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
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