Step in the brakes

Bitch
 Delta
 Step in the brakes
 They gonna talk all that shit
 But I know they won't say to my face
 I'm getting cake
 They gonna try to talk shit
 But I still don't know how much they make
 Keep up the pace
 You gonna try to drive fast
 Are you sure that that cart wasn't laced?
 You talking mad shit in the lobby
 For someone that doesn't like showing their face
 Yeah, that boy shy now, yeah, he mad, wow
 I'm still showing his face to the world
 How the fuck you 30 years old and never dated a boy or a girl?
 I gotta slide now, gotta sign out because life is not diamonds and pearls
 Uh, fuck
 Let out a sigh 'cause I know I'm the best in the world
 On that fuckshit
 Know I'm the best in the world. I'm gon' step in the function
 Yeah, we gon' walk in that trap house now, we let that AR jumpin'
 Oh, man, if we talking money, then I gotta say it's not up for discussion
 Talk about it, talk about it, we left that boy lung thumpin'
 We got problems and problems, but we not talkin' 'bout that shit
 If I really wanted to, then I could put you on my list
 We got problems and problems, but we not talkin' 'bout that shit
 If I really wanted to, then I could put you on my list
 Step in the brakes
 They gonna talk all that shit
 But I know they won't say to my face
 I'm getting cake
 They gonna try to talk shit
 But I still don't know how much they make
 Keep up the pace
 You gonna try to drive fast
 Are you sure that that cart wasn't laced?
 You-You talking mad shit in the lobby
 For someone that doesn't like showing their face
 I'm-I'm-I'm the red dragon, and at face value you a bandwagon
 Tom Buchanan, I'm at Gatsby's house just smokin' big cannons
 They-They don't want my money, guess I'll throw it at 'em
 A-A-Anyway, they gon' steal my swag, I throw it at 'em
 I'm still servin' bass, yeah, I'm steppin' on the brakes
 Car-Car-Cargo at my house and I'm punchin' in the bay
 Shine 'cause the angel comes at nine with no delay
 And they got Wido on replay, but they complain about your name
 Walk with a Canada bag, filled with snow, fuckin' up their brain
 And I got no vehicle for you, fuck you, park it out the way
 I think I got a problem too, I throw it all away
 Ain't nobody talk 'bout you, as soon I—
 Step in the brakes
 They gonna talk all that shit
 But I know they won't say to my face
 I'm getting cake
 They gonna try to talk shit
 But I still don't know how much they make
 Keep up the pace
 You gonna try to drive fast
 Are you sure that that cart wasn't laced?
 You talking mad shit in the lobby
 For someone that doesn't like showing their face