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 Sharper than a lieutenant
 I step on the gas and the whip get to spinning
 I pay the rent with the shit that I'm penning
 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
 I leave you pussies embarrassed
 I'm making it rain, but I'm draped in Arcteryx
 I flew outta Tokyo landed in Paris
 Gon' look at my pinky that's 24 karats
 Roll up the spliff 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 l ain't gotta say it I think it's apparent
 I think it's apparent, I'm really the G.O.A.T.
 I cannot fuck with these rappers they hoes
 Foot on the neck, Rick Owens Ramones
 I get a check and I spent 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
 Spark up the kush and I ash it
 I got lil' ponies all over my fabric, ayy
 I turn the mic into ashes some' like a dragon
 Diamonds be flashing, 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 stuffing this blunt full of blueberry muffins, you bitch
 Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, yuh
 Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what
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 Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what
 I might be a little bit conceited
 My engine be screaming, 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
 Living 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
 Smoking 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 sipping the Fanta
 Yves Saint Laurent, I jump out the Phantom
 I'm throwing fits, yeah, my closet a tantrum
 I'm in some Polo, I'm looking 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 fixing to throw it
 I got a bottle, Edgar Allen Poe it
 It's snakes in the grass and I'm fixing to mow it
 Came out the water, I'm splashing, I'm flowing
 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 chilling, relaxing
 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 on Lagoon in my crib on the beach
 Spark up the blunt, got the sand on my feet
 Eating these rappers and eating these beats
 Like who let this motherfucking dog off the leash?
 Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, yuh
 Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what
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 Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what