admit it

(Yo, why the fuck you steal this beat?)

Ayy

No one does it better, I'll admit it

Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it

Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it

Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll (whatcha do?)

Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot (what?)

Big Buck Hunt, go shot for shot

If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up

Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll

I'ma pipe it up (uh), I'ma heat it up (oh)

I'ma munch you little shit, you little buttercup (skrrt)

I ain't take no risk (aye), only drop them hits (hits)

Rap game with a condom, I'm gon' really save my shit (yuh)

Please say please, you rude bitch (uh)

When I speak it's a sale pitch (skrrt)

Now I'm, uh, real, rich (rich)

Maury Povich, now you under pressure

Diamonds never break, 'cause they real (real)

Leased ten tracks, yeah, now I got a deal

Mix blue and green, yeah, baby, call it teal

I got money now, huh, I did it with ease

Every single time I smell your bullshit, I sneeze

One, two, three, yeah, I know my ABC's

W, X, Y, Z, yeah, suck on these

No one does it better, I'll admit it

Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it

Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it

Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll (whatcha do?)

Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot (what?)

Big Buck Hunt, go shot for shot

If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up

Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll

Tummy kinda hurtin', 'bout to kill it like a murder

Dippin' while I'm sippin', I'm wishin' I'm Timmy Turner

Turn up, bumpin' Big Trippy and bbno$

So tough, team always eatin', you gettin' no lunch

Hold up, lookin' at the skyline

Feelin' hella down, but like, I'm fine

Pussy motherfucker, got nine lives

Phone lookin' grown on, nine, nine

'Bout to be battlin', war always been happenin'

Motherfuckers takin' but they never did nothin' before

Trippy been goin' on tour

Drunk as a fish on the floor

Higher than medical gas, takin' me straight to the morgue

I'm a dead man walkin'

Gettin' too drunk, puttin' holes in the apartment

Homie so pissed at the kid, but I'm sorry

Uh, I'll admit it, I'll admit it, I'll admit it, I'm gone

No one does it better, I'll admit it

Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it

Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it

Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll (whatcha do?)

Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot (what?)

Big Buck Hunt, go shot for shot

If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up

Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll