[Introduction: Drake]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Major distribution, guy, for real, my label on my dick.
Fucking with your friend and she doesn’t tell you, you’re not crap, for real.
I’ve been crushing on success, and now she’s my actual bitch.
You claim I’m convincing, but you really can’t spell that garbage.
Drake and Lil Yachty [Verse 1]
Hmm, hmm, I’m Macaulay Culkin in this home.
I’m Mekhi Phif, and I’m fully paid.
We know you’re exhausted since we just had a three-hour supper.
All night you’ve been lying to me
Purchasing BM’s Benzes for spite
I paid a hundred dollars and ran up somethin’ light.
It’s a little price to pay to keep them out of my life.
Booby We require a company office, trap.
A company office is required in Magic City.
I’m 29, I have a company office, and I adore Houston, Dallas, and Austin.
Tell your team to put the team chains on hold.
They appear to require funds for coffins.
Coffee is ground by a Cuban girl and her family.
Don’t call me on the signal; instead, text me.
Major distribution, labels contact me
It’s a heist, Bad Bunny numbers.
Five hundred million dollars, all for Aubrey
Hmm, hmm, major dispersal. how I’m going to pop it
Mention me as the hot subject.
You shop at the same location you sing, bitch.
[Drake’s Chorus]Okay, dumb, stupid.
Go dumb, stupid, stupid.
Go dumb, stupid, stupid.
Okay, go dumb, stupid.
Go dumb, stupid, stupid.
Go dumb, stupid, stupid.
Okay, go foolish.
[2nd Verse: 21 Savage]Nigga attempted to play this stuff light, calm, and nice on me.
Fuckin’ on an opp nigga bitch, claim she misses the golds in my teeth 4L shit, know we steppin’, y’all should go to funeral prepin’ SF90, this isn’t McLaren, have an IG model do my errands.
He’ll miss, and we’ll spin his parents, who lived in Houston as long as Steve Francis.
Shoot his feet, he’s doing dances and wiggin’ niggas like I did in Kansas.
Have you ever witnessed someone being shot? I’ve seen a lot before the top, and I’m not attempting to wrestle like The Rock; fuck the trish, I’d rather sip the wock.
Several things I do all I can to keep alive, except contact the cops.
FOX 5 group, Savage is still letting his pistol boom.
It’s a robbery with major distribution, labels calling, and Harry Styles numbers.
My niggas went in-Zayn to grab a body, and we were face to face; you might have shot me.
[Drake’s Chorus]Okay, dumb, stupid.
Go dumb, stupid, stupid.
Go dumb, stupid, stupid.
Okay, go dumb, stupid.
Go dumb, stupid, stupid.
Go dumb, stupid, stupid.
Okay, go foolish.
