[Intro: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Future]
I think them n***as is scared of us
They flexing but only for cameras
I embarra** ’em
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
[Hook]
I think them n***as is scared of us
Flexing but only for cameras
Nothing these n***as could do to us
Who the f** can they compare to us
Nothing these n***as could say to us
I let ’em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarra** ’em
f** it, it ain’t no comparison
[Verse 1]
These n***as ain’t catching up to us
I swear these n***as need stamina
I broke her heart in a paragraph
Turned to a thottie to care it up
Now that b**h feel so embarra**ing
Diamonds be dancing I blur it up
Your sh** is fake you can’t swear to it
I know you fronting, you panicking
I get dressed up like a mannequin
Put on a fit and embarra** ’em, it’s so embarra**ing
I put this beat on my body list
Metro a beast yeah he bodied it
They tried to give me a stylist
I told ’em I’m good yeah you wylin’
I got sick of wearing Versace
I wore red bottoms
Don’t let me get in a fight with ’em
One of them spikes and I might hit him
I’m from the jungle
Say that you f** with gorillas
I know that you n***as be lying
I gotta stay humble
That’s why I f** with the realest
I swear I put that on the Bible
You stuck in your feelings
Say I’m f**ing on your b**h and you should’ve never ever wifed her
That’s word to my mother
If a n***a take my b**h, f** it
I’ma find another lover we flex on each other
Cuban dripping on my wrist
I could put whatever on the other
That’s word to my mother
[Hook]
I think them n***as is scared of us
Flexing but only for cameras
Nothing these n***as could do to us
Who the f** can they compare to us
Nothing these n***as could say to us
I let ’em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarra** ’em
f** it, it ain’t no comparison
I think them n***as is scared of us
Flexing but only for cameras
Nothing these n***as could do to us
Who the f** can they compare to us
Nothing these n***as could say to us
I let ’em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarra** ’em
f** it, it ain’t no comparison
[Verse 2]
You gotta be kidding me
Most of my sh** come from Italy
W up, make ’em sick of me
Ice on my pinky too glittery
Pa** on the show it ain’t sh** to me
I keep a blicky
Just in case a n***a with me ain’t with me
And I see a enemy, everything litty
Plus my fingers kinda sticky from rolling up that icky icky
Them cookies be hitting
Spinking with the strap
Ladder hanging off of that
Yeah I get too attatched
I ain’t f**ing with the act, I be tripping off of that
I’ma keep it a stack
Mike Amiri’s on me stretch
But I’m holding all this bread
I’ma keep me a bag
They was saying I was next
Ever since I hit the booth and I jumped on a track
[Hook]
I think them n***as is scared of us
Flexing but only for cameras
Nothing these n***as could do to us
Who the f** can they compare to us
Nothing these n***as could say to us
I let ’em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarra** ’em
f** it, it ain’t no comparison
I think them n***as is scared of us
Flexing but only for cameras
Nothing these n***as could do to us
Who the f** can they compare to us
Nothing these n***as could say to us
I let ’em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarra** ’em
f** it, it ain’t no comparison