(Pew, pew-pew)
First-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they wan' off us, you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-08T20:13-03:00 - US X2
(Pew, pew-pew)
First-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they wan' off us, you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
Man, this shit damn near big as the
[Verse 1: Drake]
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old
I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T.
I'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?
Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? (Ayy)
Big as the Super Bowl
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC
Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?
We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali
The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake
Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)
When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but apply pressure
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
Nigga
[Part II]
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm bout to
I'm 'bout to, yeah
Yeah
[Verse: Drake]
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm down to click out you hoes and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream
My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing
Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot
They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott
I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop
Girl gave me some head because I need it
And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael
Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?
[Outro: Drake]
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it
(Pew, Pew-Pew)
Modo de tirador en primeira persoa, convertemos a túa canción a un funeral
Para eles niggas que din que nos queren, é mellor que esteas falando "traballando" en cubículos
Si, os rapaces tiñan bloqueado, pero sabía o código
Lot de niggas debatin 'my numeral
Non os tres, non os dous, son o u-n-o
Si
Número U-N-O
Eu e Drizzy, esta merda como a Super Bowl
Home, esta merda maldita case grande coma o
[Verso 1: Drake]
Grande como o que? Grande como o que? Grande como o que?
Grande como a Super Bowl
Pero a diferenza é que só dous rapaces xogan unha merda que fixeron no estudo
Os niggas normalmente envían os versos de volta a min e son terribles, como un neno de dous anos
Encántame unha cea con algunhas mulleres finas cando comezan debatin 'sobre quen o G.O.A.T.
Son como ir a cabeza, dígao entón, quen o G.O.A.T.?
Quen o G.O.A.T.? Quen o G.O.A.T.? Quen o G.O.A.T.?
Para quen persegue realmente a raíz?
Como un rapaz que actúa mal de xaneiro a novembro, nigga, só es ti e Cole
Grande como o que? Grande como o que? Grande como o que? (Ayy)
Grande como a Super Bowl
[Verso 2: J. Cole]
Niggas tan sedento de meterme na carne
Disectina as miñas palabras e comeza a mirar demasiado profundamente
Miro os tweets e comezo a chuparme os dentes
Estou leetin 'it rock' porque me encanta a mística
Aínda quero conseguirme unha canción con YB
Non podo confiar en todo o que viches en IG
Só sabes se te disco, aseguraría de que saibas que te peguei coma se estivese no teu identificador de chamada
Estou namin 'o álbum The Fall Off, é bastante irónico porque non me cae
Aínda nesta cadela conseguen máis grandes, agardan ao neno para que caia coma un pai para ser
Amor cando discuten o MC máis duro
É K-DOT? É Aubrey? Ou eu?
Nós os tres grandes como comezamos unha liga, pero agora mesmo, sinto como Muhammad Ali
Huh, si, si, eh, eh, si, Muhammad Ali
A que chaman cando non se conectan máis, non me parece que teño un traballo
Rhymin 'comigo é o maior erro
O meme Spider-Man é eu miro a Drake
É como se reclutásemos os teus homies para ser diáconos demoníacos, conseguimos que asistisen ao teu ronsel
Odia como o xogo se apartou das barras, home, esta merda como unha fuga de prisión
Todo o mundo Steppers, ben, jodelo, entón todo o mundo almorza e estou a aclarar o meu prato (eh, eh, eh)
Cando me presento, é un blockbuster de imaxes en movemento
O G.O.A.T. Coa pluma de ouro, o toque superior
O piloto do punto, pulverizou toda a merda, o duster da colleita
Non Rusia, senón aplicar presión
Para o teu cranio, Cole é automático cando os apunta
Co rapaz no estado, un estadio
Nigga
[Parte II]
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, estou a facer, estou
Estou a facer, si, si
Si
[Verso: Drake]
Estou "para facer clic nesta merda
Estou a facer clic, woah
Estou "para facer clic nesta merda
Estou a facer clic, woah
Estou abaixo para facer clic en ti e facer unha escena do crime
Fago clic no gatillo no pau coma un feixe alto
Home, eu era Bentley Wheel Whippin 'cando tiña dezanove anos
Ela chama o meu número, déixaa colgar, quedou limpa en seco
Ten un Android, as súas mensaxes son verdes de cal
Busco un nome e acabo ver vinte tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Home, envaso neste teléfono como algunhas sardiñas
E envíanme fotos espidas, son as pequenas cousas
Os negros aínda toman fotos nun Gulfstream
Os meus mozos máis ricos que os raperos e todos flúen
Realmente odio que estiveses vendendo algúns soños falsos
Home, se o teu pub estaba á venda, compre todo
Algunha vez me darán flores? Ben, claro que non
Non queren ter esa charla, porque é un punto dolorido
Coñecen ao rapaz, o que teñen boicot
Díxenlle a Jimmy Jam que eu uso un Grammy como parada de porta
Rapaza deume algo de cabeza porque o necesito
E se joder contigo, entón despois de poder comelo, que?
Niggas falando '' Bout cando se repite este gon '
Que carallo, irmán? Estou lonxe de Michael
Nigga, Beat It, Nigga, Beat It, What?
[Outro: Drake]
Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que?
Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que?
Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que? Bótalle, que?
Nin sequera me devolven ningún favores, non o necesito