Who can?Who can?Icould never be nobody number one fan.Your first number one,I had to put it in your hand.You pussies can't get booked outside America for now.I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan.I'm the hit maker y'all depend on.Backstage in my city,it was friend zone.You won't ever take no chain off of us How the * you big steppin' with a size seven man's on?This the part with the bite, nigga, what's up?I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook upExtortion baby, hope for real you been shook upCause top told you drop and give me 50 likes or push upsCool, your last one brick,you really not on *They make excuses for you cause they hate to see me litPull your contract cause we gotta see the splitThe way you doin' splits,bitch, your pants might ripYou better do that motherfuckin' show inside the biddyMaroon 5 need a verse,you better make it wittyThen we need a verse for the SwiftiesTop say drop, you better drop and give em 50Pipsqueak, pipe down, you ain't in no big threeSZA got you wiped down,Travis got you wiped downSavage got you wiped downLike your label boy,you in the scope right nowAnd you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write downI'm at the top of the mountain,so you tight nowJust to have this talk with your ass,I had to hike downBig difference between mic then and mic nowWhat the * is this,a 20 V 1, nigga?What's a prince to a king?He a son, niggaGet more love in a city that you find, niggaMetro, shut your whole ass up and make some drums, niggaYeah, I'm the sixth god,I'm the frontrunner Y'all nigga manager was Charles Lil' Blunt RunnerClaim the sixth and you boys ain't even come from itAnd when you boys got rich,you had to run from itCash, blonde, able bred, out here trickin'* we do for bitches,he doin' for niggasJacks, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wickedSpendin' like you tryna *Boy you trippin', boy you trippin' Drizzy chippin' down Probably got your bitch in thereI just got undoneBoy don't make me act a chippin' nowRollin' loud stage I would turn, that was slick as hell*'ll probably change If it be him,start to kiss and tellHugs and kisses, man Don't tell me bout no switchesI'll be rockin' every fuckin' chainI own next busy, ayyI'll be with some bodyguardsLike Whitney, Tops, A-Drop Your lil' midget ass better fuckin'Ayy, better drop and give me 50Ayy, drop and give me 50Drop and give me 50Niggas really got me out here talking like I'm 50Niggas really got me out here rapping what I'm livingI might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm RickyCan't believe he jumping in,this nigga turning 50Every song that made it on the chart he got from DrizzySpend that little check,you gotta stamp out my businessNiggas shout out to the hooper that be busting out the grittyWe know why you mad,nigga, I ain't even trippingAll that little heartbroken Twitter * for bitchesThis for all the top dogs dropping,give me 50, drop, dropIn that fuckin' sun,y'all got to not start to beef with usThis * been brewin' in a pot,now I'm heatin' upI don't care what code think,that dot * was weak as *Champagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' upNigga callin' top to see if top wanna piece it upTop wanna piece it up,top wanna piece it upNah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' upYou done rode deep to this,you not fuckin' deep enoughBeggin' cops to knock,boy, you not fuckin' beatin' usNumbers-wise, I'm outta here, you not fuckin' creepin' upMoney wise I'm outta here,you not fuckin' sneaking upCornball your show money,merch money feed usI'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enoughThis ain't even everything I know,don't wait to teaming upThis ain't even everything I know,don't wait to teaming upDrop and give me 50 all you * niggas teaming upWhat type of * you smoking on Kendrick?Yeah, drop, drop,drop, dropDrop a 50 bag for the mob and a spyDrop a 50 bag,29 for the thot Uh,I was really, really trying to keep it PG.