Right

[Chorus]
Gettin’ back to it? Name another kid that do it
Wanna talk money? You ain’t never been that fluent
Say you got the belt, soundin’ like everybody else
You don’t need the help, that’s why you ain’t never by yourself
Enough for the skillsets, I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers
Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape, it ain’t nothing exclusive
Let me explain, you took the L and the L is for lame
Just stepped in a lane, [?] claim you’re the best in the game

[Verse 1]
Right right right, you just rode the head last night
You must work for the shave room, ‘cause you ain’t never been that bright
You don’t know what the hood want, probably ‘cause I live that life
Get him like you don’t look drunk, how the hell you get that nice
While ya’ll talkin’ I endorse checks, I heard the stories then your [?] death
Ya should know that if it’s not the Rolie, then a Cardi on me when I’m Offset
Boy fresh when he all dressed, the way I do it got them all stressed
I make a movie with the bitch you choosin’ then she get the boot like it’s a Gore Tex
Scratchin’ my pockets, I’m itchin’ a plate, back in the pot and I’m whippin’ away
I handle my business equipped with a pistol, magazine in it - it got some issues

[Chorus]
Gettin’ back to it? Name another kid that do it
Wanna talk money? You ain’t never been that fluent
Say you got the belt, soundin’ like everybody else
You don’t need the help, that’s why you ain’t never by yourself
Enough for the skillsets, I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers
Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape, it ain’t nothing exclusive
Let me explain, you took the L and the L is for lame
Just stepped in a lane, [?] claim you’re the best in the game

[Verse 2]
Who [?] you dudes rap like?
You’re gonna need a new wave cap, ‘cause I don’t think you dudes rap tight
Lame cats know a nigga will, let your little crew act hype
Came back goin’ for the kill, saw I got a new flat price
We don’t hear you when you talk, all you [?] yourself
Get a nuke in here and go to war, ‘cause your career is goin’ north
Nothin’ scary to a boss, I be here when you get off
With a Panamera on your porch, I’m marinara with the sauce huh
All these foreigns I pull out - roofless
Tomi Lahren bitch you sound stupid
She’s been in my house she knows what it’s like
I told her get out and then I showed her the light

[Chorus]
Gettin’ back to it? Name another kid that do it
Wanna talk money? You ain’t never been that fluent
Say you got the belt, soundin’ like everybody else
You don’t need the help, that’s why you ain’t never by yourself
Enough for the skillsets, I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers
Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape, it ain’t nothing exclusive
Let me explain, you took the L and the L is for lame
Just stepped in a lane, [?] claim you’re the best in the game