(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 ® - 2023-10-08T20:11-03:00 - 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)
Earste-persoan shooter-modus, wy draaie jo jo ferske oan in begraffenis
Oan har niggas dy't sizze dat se it fan ús wolle ', jo moatte better wurde praat' 'Bout Workin' yn kubikels
Ja, se jonges hienen it beskoattele, mar ik wist de koade
In protte niggas debatine 'myn nûmer
Net de trije, net de twa, ik bin de U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Ik en Drizzy, dizze shit lykas de Super Bowl
Man, dizze shit ferdomd by grut as de
[Verse 1: Drake]
Grut as de wat? Grut as de wat? Grut as de wat?
Grut as de Super Bowl
Mar it ferskil is it gewoan twa jonges spielje 'SPIEN DAT DAT DIN YN DE STUDIO
Niggas stjoere se normaal dat se fersen werom nei my en se wêze ferskriklik, krekt as in twajierrige
Ik hâld fan in diner mei wat fine froulju as se begjinne mei debatin 'oer wa't de G.O.A.t.
Ik bin as gean op 'holle, sis it dan, wa de g.o.a.t.?
Wa de G.o.a.t.? Wa de G.o.a.t.? Wa de G.o.a.t.?
WIE JO BITCHES ECHT WOORKE WURKEN FOAR?
Lykas in bern dat min hannelje fan jannewaris oant novimber, Nigga, it is gewoan jo en Cole
Grut as de wat? Grut as de wat? Grut as de wat? (Ayy)
Grut as de Super Bowl
[VERSE 2: J. Cole]
Niggas sa toarstich om my yn fleis te setten
Myn wurden dissektearje en begjin te djip sykje
Ik sjoch nei de tweets en begjin myn tosken te sûgjen
Ik lit 'it rock' Want ik hâld fan 'e mystyk
Ik wol my noch in ferske krije mei YB
Kin net alles fertrouwe dat jo op ig seagen
Witte jo gewoan as ik dy ferskil, ik soe derfoar soargje dat jo wite dat ik jo sloech, lykas ik bin op jo beller-ID
Ik bin namin 'it album The Fall Off, it is aardich iroanysk, om't it gjin falle net foar my ôf
Noch yn dizze teef gettin 'grutter, wachtsje se op it bern om sakje te kommen as in heit om te wêzen
Leafde as se de hurdste mc argumearje
Is it k-dot? Is it Aubrey? Of my?
Wy binne de grutte trije lykas wy in kompetysje begon, mar no krekt, ik fiel my as Muhammad Ali
Huh, ja, ja, Huh-he, ja, mohammad ali
Dejinge dy't se skilje as se shit net mear ferbine ', fiel my dat ik der in baan krige
RHYMIN 'Mei my is de grutste flater
De spider-man-meme is my besjen by drake
It is lykas wy jo homies rekrutearre om Demon Deacons te demonjen, wy hawwe se krigen jo wekker
Haat hoe't it spultsje fan 'e balken fuort wie, man, dizze shit lykas in finzenis
Eltsenien steppers, goed, fuck it, dan elkenien moarnsiten en ik bin 'bout om myn plaat te wiskjen (Huh, Huh)
As ik opjaan, is it fan Motion Picture Blockbuster
De G.O.A.t. Mei de gouden pinne, de top toucher
De spot rusher, sproeide syn heule shit omheech, it gewaaksduster
Net Ruslân, mar druk tapasse
Nei jo cranium, automatysk de automatyske as se fan doel is
Mei de jonge yn 'e status, in stadion
Nigga
[Diel II]
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, ik bin 'bout oan, ik bin bout oan
Ik bin 'bout nei, ja
Yeah
[VERSE: Drake]
Ik bin 'bout om te klikke op dizze stront
Ik bin 'bout om te klikken, woah
Ik bin 'bout om te klikke op dizze stront
Ik bin 'bout om te klikken, woah
Ik bin del om jo hoes te klikken en in misdiedscene te meitsjen
Ik klikje op de trigger op 'e stok as in hege beam
Man, ik wie Bentley Wiel Whippin 'doe't ik njoggentjin wie
Se neam myn nûmer, lit har hingje, se waard droech skjinmakke
Se krige in Android, har berjochten is kalkgrien
Ik Sykje ien namme, en einigje sein 'tweintichens
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, ik pak se yn dizze tillefoan lykas guon sardines
En se stjoere my neakene foto's, it is de lytse dingen
Jo Niggas takino noch foto's op in gulfstream
Myn jonge richer as jo rappers en se binne allegear stream
Ik haatsje echt dat jo se wat falske dreamen ferkeapje
Man, as jo kroech te keap wie, keapje ik it heule ding
Sille se my oait blommen jaan? No, fansels net
Se wolle net dat petear hawwe, om't it in sear plak is
Se wite de jonge, dejinge dy't se moatte boykot
Ik fertelde Jimmy Jam Ik brûk in grammy as doarstop
Famke joech my wat holle, om't ik it nedich bin
En as ik mei jo neuke, dan nei't ik it miskien ite, wat?
Niggas Talkin '' Bout as dizze gon 'wurdt werhelle
Wat de fuck, bro? Ik bin ien fuort fan Michael
Nigga, sloech it, nigga, slach it, wat?
[Outro: Drake]
Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat?
Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat?
Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat? Slach it, wat?
Betelje my net iens werom op gjin harren favoriten, ik haw it net nedich