I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweaky Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' Maybe I be drivin' this stuff, I be cruisin' I got the game in my motherfuckin' pocket All of this rappin' and shit just a option I'm finna cookin' and stupidity crockin' I'm finna take off and rap like a Rocky Hop on a yacht in Miami and surf it With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin' Don't post on stories, my shorty be lurkin' Can't stop the grind for no bitch, it ain't worth it Go to Milan for the week of the fashion Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just ask him Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin' I'm from the trenches, I learn how to hustle I get the cabbage, the lettuce, the brussel I make a million, then triple, then double Upgrade to Glock with a laser and muzzle I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' Maybe I be drivin' this stuff, I be cruisin' All the little women that's quotin' my tweets I don't know if they want a piece of my meat I'm a motherfuckin' boss, bitch, you know I'm elite I cannot take a loss, cause I'm playin' for keeps When I step out the house, watch the money increase I be robbin' the net, nigga, call the police Feelin' immortal, I feel that lil' reach You get turned paranormal if I see you reach Ghost, DDG Childish, that nigga be tweetin' too much On my momma, he doin' the most I really hate him, but lowkey, I really fuck with him I check for whatever he post That nigga doin' too much, I want Halle to drop him Let's make a petition and vote How bout y'all niggas quit bitchin' and go get some motion And tear my dick out of your throat