| I ain’t even gon count down for you niggas |
| Turn the beat up some |
| The Butcher comin' |
| I’ma surprise you niggas |
| I been on |
| So long people started hatin' |
| They feel scorn |
| I see the looks on all they faces and I’m torn |
| It’s like, I ain’t wanna do this |
| But if it gotta be a shooting |
| I guess I’ma be the shooter |
| You’ve been warned |
| I’m in this bitch poppin' Ace like I’m Shawn |
| They play your shit look at the gang and then we yawn |
| Why would he make that lame choice |
| Man these niggas couldn’t score if they had game point |
| And I’m 'Bron |
| After the chip I told my folks back home |
| So long |
| I move my family and my bricks to a place where it’s warm |
| I’m back to championship condition |
| I can’t resist all this winning |
| It’s like me and success built a bond |
| So let’s stay brief |
| I’m in a rush to TSA |
| They tryna x-ray me |
| I made my bitch so bad that her ex can’t speak |
| The only way to make her lit-er is a sex tape leak |
| A little porn |
| I’m just fuckin' around |
| Yeah, uh |
| Fuck the world am I wrong |
| I’m in the V.I.P. |
| A hundred niggas strong |
| Hustlers yelling from the bleachers |
| Put me on |
| I ran it up ain’t take me long |
| My life a story outta songs psalms |
| And I can put that on my mother’s first born |
| In my city I’m King Kong |
| Kim Jong Un to me you niggas like this small |
| Say white bitch |
| I probably meant what a brick costs |
| I’m in the five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad |
| Then I’m, gone |
| Pinky ring of a don |
| Bad boy like I’m Shawn |
| I’m like goldeneye bond |
| That’s twenty-five inf beams scoping out harm |
| So how you niggas gon hide from us with polka dots on |
| You niggas is drunk |
| You prolly heard when I got shot |
| I brought a Rollie, AP, and a Cartier after that watch |
| (You hear that too) |
| I been back home fifty times since all the rumors and chillin' |
| These killas with me keep asking me what we doin' |
| Them niggas bored |
| Ay yo get the champagne |
| Ay yo Hit Boy we gon' get the champagne and goggles |
| We spraying this shit everywhere |
| We goin' to Illio’s |
| Tell 'em to open the back room for us |
| Let’s go |
| And I’m, Bron |
| After the chip I told my folks back home, so long |
| I move family and my bricks to a place where it’s warm |
| I’m back in championship condition |
| I can’t resist all this winning |
| It’s like me and success built a bond |