Outside every night puttin' belt to ass
this summer gon' be lit
Ain't no wock but this some Quagen
big bra still got pints of tris
Drive the 'Rari like a shootin' star
you see me, make a wish
I can't spend the night, as soon as I fall asleep
she gon' sneak a picture
Lost a thousand pounds
the police stopped the driver, I ain't trippin'
I got right back in that jam
act like nothin' went even missin'
I'm your favorite rapper
favorite trapper, I really get it on
Tell the pilot, "Stop in Switzerland"
buy every AP they can sell
We got every flavor marijuana and I'm trappin' some
Every bitch who left me to get lonely, they can go to hell
Every sixty days we switch the flocks
and go get different spots
I block her ass, won't hear from me again
I'm tryna help her heal
We really them ones, I'm from that four
I really set the tone
You seen what you call it? Yeah, ask me
“Do I fuckin' care? "
Ever since I popped off every car I drive it year to year
We ain't tryna send no nigga to jail
we tryna send 'em to hell
Long as it ain't turbulence or the feds
then I ain't gettin' scared
They done turned a coffin to a bed, he shoulda used his head
I ain't playin', you gotta come correct
I really got a check
Somethin' 'bout her, every time
she give me sex I feel the best
Give her a couple purses, she a attribute to my success
I come from the belly of the beast
you make it out you blessed
I told bro to keep his faith in God
this shit is just a test
Kept it solid, told him he not guilty
he don't know nothin' else
He beat the case, kept it to his self
I love that boy to death
I'm from the hood, put rims on all my cars
I'm damn near Mr. F's
I ain't lettin' up, put pressure on they bitch ass
make 'em step it up
I switched it up, ain't rapped
since they snatched Slime, they had my head fucked up
I'm back around, I graduated
from the streets, you don't get no cap and gown
Pound for pound, you got write a ticket on 'em
I'll cash you out

I'm your favorite rapper, favorite trapper
I really get it on
Call me Mr. Get-'Em-Gone
I'm known for workin' two or three phones
I'm your favorite trapper, favorite rapper
I put 'em in that zone
In the trap house all day long
fuck around and don't go home
I'm your favorite rapper, favorite trapper
I'm really like the goat
I done ran through all them hoes
I done sold out all my shows
I'm your favorite rapper
favorite trapper, I really put it on
I don't care about these clothes
I'm just a drug dealer in Chrome

Make a diss then disappear, pretty shit, vintage Chanel
Sippin' lean, four K a seal, DBD, I'll never tell
Went from sellin' grams to winnin' grammys, bro
I'm legendary
These bitches be everywhere, can't act like I'm finna care
Investor, I got plenty shares, trapper, I sold plenty bales
Use my money as my leverage
turn my hood up, I ain't selfish
Love that lil' girl, I can't help it
shout out to the main steppers
I done served on every level
my name gon' ring bells forever

Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
I don't hit 'em all, I don't love 'em, I just play a lot
Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
Wit' me all day and then I tell her she can't stay the night
Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
I come from Atlanta, "What up twin", you gotta say it right
Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
You can make a hundred with a plug if you play it right

I'm your favorite rapper, favorite trapper
I really get it on
Call me Mr. Get-'Em-Gone
I'm known for workin' two or three phones
I'm your favorite trapper, favorite rapper
I put 'em in that zone
In the trap house all day long
fuck around and don't go home
I'm your favorite rapper, favorite trapper
I'm really like the goat
I done ran through all them hoes
I done sold out all my shows
I'm your favorite rapper, favorite trapper
I really put it on
I don't care about these clothes
I'm just a drug dealer in Chrome

Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
I don't hit 'em all, I don't love 'em, I just play a lot
Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
Wit' me all day and then I tell her she can't stay the night
Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
I come from Atlanta, "What up twin", you gotta say it right
Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
You can make a hundred with a plug if you play it right