100 OVR

(You're not making this easy, Kyle)

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I ain't got the strap on me, it don't matter, boy, I'm smacking opps

I'll pop a bean and level up like I'm Kakarot

Hammer glued to me like my home base Ragnarök

You ain't never had a knot, never had no guap

You ain't never had a ten, you ain't had a dub

You ain't never had a 50, you ain't had a hun'

You ain't never had a quarter ticker, lil' dirty bum

I bet I'll have ten M's when I'm 30-somethin'

They tried to count me out, I think they failed math

4-0 on me, I should be in Yale class

Talkin' 'bout you in yours, it must be a stale bag

Bitch talkin' 'bout earn her heart, but I ain't Dale ass

Unleashed dog, boy, this shirt Givenchy

This a 42, I told them keep the Dirk Nowitzki

I'm for surely dizzy, probably 'cause the Perky hit me

Fuck the confrontation

Drop his ass first peep, I'm just observating

Pink ten with an Addy, shit (brrt), I'm concentrating

Got Ulysses in the drum, but my pockets Franklin

I could hop up out the car in neutral, walk him down (brrt)

Or play the sunroof in the Track', hawk him down (fah, fah, fah)

Go pick his body up

We ice him like a hockey puck, he bleedin' like a Wocky cup

Bet against the team, you gon' find yourself in debt (in debt)

I'm a hustle fiend, had to find myself a check

How you got some VVs, hidin' from the diamond test?

Cuddy tryna work his wrist, somebody find a 'Rex

Shit, hit his cherry on top, now he a vegetable

Present, future, past, his whole life unacceptable

Turk hit the work and stretch it out, Mr. Incredible

Ain't a dollar in your pocket, fuck does your opinion matter?

I just popped an Oxycodone, now I'm feelin' big and badder

Pull up to your crib blowin' like the wolf (phew)

500 CVVs, I gotta buy in bulk

I was on the ropes, then turned around like Rey Mysterio

Wake up eatin' Apple jacks like, nah, it ain't no Cheerios

Wake up like, shit, what I want for breakfast?

Think I want a sealed pint of syrup straight from Texas

Shit, I'm straight on texting, don't call unless it's 'bout some dollar bills (brrt)

I can split a brick in two and put it back together, David Copperfield

Before I hopped up in the Urus, popped a pill, might pop the wheels (skrrt)

MJ pulling stunts like he Travis Pastrana

All black thing like T'Challa, the 'Cat from Wakanda

All Gelato, not no Lemon Cherry, the package say, Guava (brrt)

Catch him out and fill him up with lead like a Scantron (brrt, phew)

Your main mans'll see you Money Mitching, turn to Cam'ron (huh, Rico, Rico)

Give your bitch a script of blues and tell her, treat it like a tampon (huh, freak ho, freak ho)

Fake one way, go the other, hit the sheriff with a Shammgod

Send a hundred shots and turn his top into a Wiffle ball

Think you fuckin' with the gang? You must've sniffed a brick of dog (man)

Can't you tell by the Virgil tee I'm gettin' off?

Foghorn Leghorn, how my chicken talk

When life give you lemons, you supposed to make lemonade

When life give you dope, I heard you 'posed to sell it

DSM, we still sinning 'cause all doggies go to Heaven