| Ayy, to my city I’m a rider and Amniotic prize fighter |
| And I’m higher than a no-hip, I’m a riot, I’m on fire |
| And everybody’s talking now, everybody’s watching |
| Told me get 'em, man, I got 'em |
| Now I think we got a problem |
| I been blowing like a rasta with bad bitches on my roster |
| Life is haunted, they don’t want it |
| All of my partners are monsters |
| We them late night creepers, baby, all day sleepers |
| So you can keep your co-sign 'cause we don’t need you |
| It’s bad apple, baby, if you owe us, bring the check through |
| If you try us, the detectives will be playing Guess Who? |
| Hope that you protected and I pray the lord’ll bless you |
| 'Cause while you playing checkers, baby, we been making chess moves |
| I see the sun coming up, I still ain’t got enough |
| I’m running to the money like I’m in some kind of rush |
| It’s the beginning of a hot streak |
| Higher than a plane, I see the game from a box seat |
| I’m on fire right now |
| Baby, I’m on a hot streak |
| I’m on fire right now |
| Girl, I’m on a hot streak |
| I’m on fire right now |
| Baby, I’m on a hot streak |
| I’m on fire right now |
| Girl, I’m on a hot streak |
| Howdy, how the fuck you doing? Miss me with that hating shit |
| Every time I dip, bitch, I’m lit like the Las Vegas strip |
| Don’t know what to make of it, game foul, flagrant |
| Let me set the record straight, I still wanna fuck Taylor Swift |
| Holler at me, I want your bitch body |
| The fat man is moving in, let’s go get this shit poppin' |
| It’s 'bout to be a classic, everything I’m smashing |
| My white trash ass is moving to Calabasas |
| I got a trophy wife, he married a working girl |
| I’ma pop a Perc and then sip a Sprite with purple swirl |
| Man, fuck you and your opinions of me |
| 'Cause I’m a gangster to to the bone so I don’t lose any sleep |
| I been blowing on this strong, I feel like I’m body building |
| Hide my pain behind a smile, I feel like I’m Robin Williams |
| Fuck it, we gotta get it, I ain’t got a problem with it |
| But you gon' keep trying me and I’ma catch a body, pimpin' |
| I see the sun coming up, I still ain’t got enough |
| I’m running to the money like I’m in some kind of rush |
| It’s the beginning of a hot streak |
| Higher than a plane, I see the game from a box seat |
| I’m on fire right now |
| Baby, I’m on a hot streak |
| I’m on fire right now |
| Girl, I’m on a hot streak |
| I’m on fire right now |
| Baby, I’m on a hot streak |
| I’m on fire right now |
| Girl, I’m on a hot streak |