Verse 1
First of all stop playin’ with me
You know what I got in store
And no I ain’t talking Dior
I’m talking since I got my foot in the door
I’ve been dropping jewels, I’ve been dropping dudes
Go on and pick them all up on the floor
Some act like I don’t exist
And roll my shit but I let them explore
R.I.P Pop Smoke, when you see the homey bro
Tell them niggas not dope
Even the nearest ones not close
To the Kid Tini, bitch I been litty
I can smoke a nigga like a cig with me
I ain’t eem talking nicotine
That’s a gum bar, hope you stay with me
Put in that work tell me how could i lose
Got your bitch busting a move
Niggas still call me a come up
I’m ’bout to hit two million view on the Tube
Fuck it, I love it, I use it as fuel
Giving me something to prove
Giving me something to do
I’m ’bout to fuck it up with no lube
Say what you want but you can’t say I’m not ill
No medical records but ? suggested I don’t even pop pills
Thank God for the blessings and lessons
The internet trolling is not real
Y’all could stay mad
I swear this shit gives me cruze in a drop feels
‘Cause niggas could still get their tops peeled
I will not chill
I’m fresh as the prince and the boy from the pop still
I won’t stop ’til I’m monied like unc Phil
And my daughter’s in pop’s will
I’m coming for everything
I’m coming for everything
I’m coming for every frienemy
Better be ready to box
If you ain’t no pussy
You’re welcome to enter the ring
And I won’t be lacking
Just look in my bag
I’m a permanent resident there
Oh you say he better than who
Oh you wanna compare me to what
Oh you think you be doin’ me dirty
Don’t you know that I came from the mud
Hook
She like the way that I rap
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rhyme
I got her bussin’ a move
She let it clap for a nigga
Yeah, do a lil dance for a nigga
Verse 2
Okay no back to the subject
They said a nigga should dumb it
But fuck it I did and they wouldn’t sum it
Up like I’m right at the summit
I’m up ’cause I’m aiming above it
Niggas trippin’ ’cause they caught a body bag
And now they form part of my luggage
On the really I’m back and I’m buggin’
Talking silly, get clapped out in public
Niggas talking like Tini ain’t done shit
Boy you cap like a fitted, you truck fit
Talking millis, I need me a dozen
Just tag me some hunnies
Let’s fuck up a bag nigga, back like it’s nothing
Get it and flip it, to hell with the budget
Tag us the product and sling it in public
But we’re still acting like crabs in a bucket
So until then I’mma just rap
I’mma just snap how I does it
See I’d rather come up forever
Than get to the top and then plummet
Maintaining insatiable hunger
Then get me a plate and then drop it
That way we poppin’ forever
That’s word to Trilluminatti
And bitch I can only get better
That’s word to the emulous traits I embody
Ready to scrap from the jump
Just in case you feeling froggy
Now who finna stop me
Bitch I’m about it
Don’t ever question the shorty
Hook
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Run the streets run the streets
Christian Dior Dior
I’m up in all stores
Where they raise the boy
She like the way I grrrr
Ha ha ha
Hey R.I.P Pop Smoke
I’m up in all stores
She like the way I grrrr
