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[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Kapital denim lieutenant
I step on the gas and the whip get to spinnin'
I pay the rent with this shit that I'm pennin'
You see me in Polo, you know that it's vintage
Fucking with Oli, you gotta be kidding
Lil' homie, let's get it, I spit it acidic
Foot on the pedal, I shift and I pin it
I got me a scarf and it's Damier printed, ooh
I leave you pussies embarrassed
I'm making it rain but I'm draped in Arc'teryx
Flew out of Tokyo, landed in Paris
Gon' look at my pinky, that's 24 karats
Roll up the spilff and I ain't finna share it
I got some Gucci, I don't even wear it
I'm in my bag, I mean it, I swear it, I ain't gotta say it
I think it's apparent
I think it's apparent, I'm really the G.O.A.T
I can not fuck with thеse rappers, they hoеs
Foot on they neck, Rick Owens Ramones
I get the check and spend it on clothes
I took my wrist and I put it on froze
I hear the beat and I get in my mode
Cannot be touched when I get in my zone
I need my pancakes à la mode, mode
Spark up the Kush then I ash it
I got lil' ponies all over my fabric, ayy
I turn the mic into ashes some' like a dragon
Diamonds be flashin', ayy
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
You all in the gram with a stack full of twenties
I jump in the foreign, I pin it, I gun it
I'm stuffin' this blunt full of blueberry muffins, you bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, yuh
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what
Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what

[Verse 2]
I might be a little bit conceded
My engine be screamin', my leather be heated
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I ain't finna repeat it
I heard your lil' tape, you should go on and delete it
Livin' my dream, yeah, my checklist completed
Blue and yellow diamonds look like Vegeta
You can't even see me like I'm Oli Cena
I mean it, my team is yet to be defeated
Smokin' a wood and the flavor banana
We out in the Caymans, we got a cabana, ooh
Louis Vuitton on all my pajamas
We pour up the Dom, you sippin' the Fanta
Yves Saint Laurent, I jump out the phantom
I'm throwin fits, yeah, my closet a tantrum
I'm in some Polo, I'm lookin' so handsome
Look at my roof and it go panorama
Ash on my jacket, it's stoney, you know it
Got me a stack and I'm fixin' to throw it
I got a bottle, Edgar Allen Poe it
It's snakes in the grass and I'm fixin' to mow it
Came out the water, I'm splashin', I'm flowin'
I'm all on the beach with my feet in the ocean
Come for ya' head, boy, don't fuck with the shogun
I got these little rappers all in they emotions, uh
I'm at the crib and I'm chillin', relaxin'
Boy, I'm your father, can't fuck with you bastards
I get the mic and I turn it to ashes
Roll up the Kush and I ain't finna pass it
Out in Laguna, my crib on the beach
Spark up the blunt, got the sand in my feet
Eatin' these rappers and eatin' these beats
Like who let this motherfuckin' dog off the leash?

[Chorus]
Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, yuh
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what
Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what