Pop that shit Wait, hold up Oh, hell no Yes, yes Yes, yes Left, grrah, right Left, grrah, right Left, right Wait, hold up Yes Get to poppin' this bottle for poppin' his shit Left, right, left Let's, let's start the movie like this Got all this money, I'm feelin' like Mitch Like I don't like beefin' with kids I'm on his body like I was a cyst Bitch, I'm too good, I don't fight with my fists (Like damn) Lil' bro get to flockin' and shit Get to poppin' this bottle for poppin' his shit (Like what?) Feel like the king, I'm on top of this shit (Like damn) When they put on my show, they start watchin' they hits (Like damn) Let's, let's get that boy what he want Like make a movie if he tryna stunt I'm in all black, they gon' think I'm a nun All of the shit that you started cannot be undone (Let's go) Like I'm a king, but do not call me Tut Get in that mood and I don't give a fuck (Like damn) Let's, let me see who really tough (Like damn) Them boys not crazy, they see us, they run (Let's go) Said I'm not in the mood, so please watch your approach Bro itchin' to throw Eyes wide open like he seen a ghost (Ghost) I, I don't got time for no troll Fuck a player, bitch, I am the coach Mentionin' me, don't forget I'm the GOAT Make sure they don't forget, they can't Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them, damn Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them, damn Ditchin' the skirt, never I know life can get way better I know life can get way sweeter They say life's a bitch, I'm just waitin' to meet her I take her on dates, I'ma keep her I take her on dates, I'ma love her And treat her like she is my owner I'ma treat her like there's no other Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them, damn Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them, damn Uh, rock tune not a cartoon Red eyes, runnin' on fumes Gray skies finna fall soon Third eye, got its own views Small world, but my dogs huge Food for thought, that's a dog food Think it's sweet like some junk food That's why I draw the line like it's art school They tried, dog, what I can do I take "I'm" out impossible The run is mine, I'm responsible I'm colorblind, I come out the blue World in my hands, I'm ball hoggin' And when it's summer, spring, fall on 'em I'm at your grill like George Foreman [?], never a dull moment Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them, damn Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them, damn I'm tryna make it back home (Uh-huh) I'm tryna walk through the storm For real, no pressure They know, I'm ready for whatever Ugh