Throwback

Knock knock, kicking in the door like I'm Biggie Smalls

Triple B hoodie on, I'm the rap game Lonzo Ball

Bringing back the 90s, I'm the white Arsenio Hall

Stomping in my Timbs, break your legs so you gotta crawl

Flow like I'm from the Bronx, call me Ghostface Killah

Spitting on an old school beat, r.i.p. J. Dilla

I ain't from H-Town but my rhymes are way triller

Your rhymes are dead like a zombie in MJ's "Thriller"

Whip cost 17.5, same color T-Shirt

Shouts out to Takeoff and the Migos, yeah they put in work

I stay reppin the Dirty South, but I ain't like Joe Dirt

When I leave my driveway, the Lambo make that skrt skrt

I'm like Run DMC, yeah I'm rocking superstars

Driveway on Justice League, got so many super cars

Ain't afraid to throw hands, yeah I'm always down to spar

Lupe Fiasco, yeah I got these battle scars

RiFF RAFF without the dreads, I coulda played for the Broncos

Got kicked off, coach said that I was too blanco

In this rap game, you a peasant, I'm the head honcho

Rari in the drive through, ordering a box of tacos

It's the white Ugly God, I'm a little bit cuter

Riding through your hood on a custom made Versace scooter

Meet me after class, teach you a lesson like a tutor

I'm best friends with Stephen Curry, yeah I stay down with shooters

New era Richie Rich, yeah I cook with Fiji water

You think that you are attractive but yo girl think that I'm hotter

50 Cent with the magic stick, no Harry Potter

Murdering all my foes, give me a beat and I can slaughter

Arizona's ScHoolboy Q, stunting in a bucket hat

Pockets on weight watchers, doctor says my wallet's fat

Got the pink polo on but I am not Kodak Black

Living in a fancy mansion, tell me what you know bout that