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