(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 ® - 2023-10-08T20:12-03:00 - 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)
Éischt-Persoun Shooter Modus, mir béien Äert Lidd un e Begriefnes
Zu hinnen Niggas, déi soen, si wan 'off eis, Dir sidd besser ze schwätzen "Bout Workin' an Cubicles
Jo, si Jongen hunn et gespaart, mee ech kennen de Code
Vill Niggas Debatin 'meng Zifferen
Net déi dräi, net déi zwee, ech sinn d'U-n-o
Jo
Numero u-n-o
Mech an Drizzy, dëst Schäiss wéi déi super Schossel
Mann, dëst Schäiss verdammt no béis wéi de
[Vers 1: Drake]
Grouss wéi déi wat? Grouss wéi déi wat? Grouss wéi déi wat?
Grouss wéi de Super Bowl
Awer den Ënnerscheed ass et ass just zwee Kärelen ze spillen, déi schei, déi se am Studio gemaach hunn
Niggas schéckt normalerweis se verseit zréck bei mech a si sinn schrecklech, grad wéi eng zwee Joer-ale
Ech hunn en Iessen mat e puer feine Fraen gär wann se undatin sinn iwwer wien de g.o.a.a.T.
Ech si gär op 'Kapp, sot et dann, wien de G.O.a.a.t.?
Ween de g.o.a.t.? Ween de g.o.a.t.? Ween de g.o.a.t.?
Wien Dir bitchéiert wierklech rootin 'fir?
Wéi e Kand dat handstand aus dem Januar bis November, Nigga, et ass just Dir a Cole
Grouss wéi déi wat? Grouss wéi déi wat? Grouss wéi déi wat? (Ayy)
Grouss wéi de Super Bowl
[Vers 2: J. Cole]
Niggas sou duuschtereg fir mech a Rëndfleesch ze setzen
Dissektin 'meng Wierder an ufänken ze déif ze kucken
Ech kucken op den Tweets a fänkt un meng Zänn suckelen
Ech lossen 'et Rock' verursaache ech hunn d'Mystik gär
Ech wëll mech ëmmer nach e Song mat Yb kréien
Kann net alles vertrauen wat Dir op IG gesinn huet
Just wësse wann ech Iech feststellen, da géif ech sécherstellen datt Dir wësst datt ech dech schloen, wéi ech op Ärem Caller ID hunn
Ech sinn den Album den Album den Hütt, et ass zimmlech ironesch 'well et net fir mech falen
Nach ëmmer an dësem Bitch Getin 'méi grouss ginn, si waarden op d'Kand fir ze kommen wéi e Papp ze sinn
Léift wann se den haardsten mc streiden
Ass et k-Punkt? Ass et aubrey? Oder mir?
Mir déi grouss dräi wéi mir e Liga ugefaang hunn, awer elo, ech fille mech wéi de mornammad Ali
Hmm, jo, jo, hah-hmm, jo, muhammad Ali
Deen, deen se uruffen wann se et schäissen net méi verbannen, fille mech wéi ech Iech eng Aarbecht kritt hunn
Rhymin 'mat mir ass dee gréisste Feeler
De Spider-Mann Meme ass mech op d'Drake kucken
Et ass wéi wann mir Är Homies rekrutéiert ginn fir Dämonen ze sinn, hu mir eis op Är Wake
Haassen wéi d'Spill vun de Baren fort ass, huet de Mann, dëst Schäiss wéi e Prisong Flucht
Alle Steppers, futt, fill et, da moies Kaffi an ech sinn 'Bout fir meng Plack opzehuelen (hmm, hmm, hmm)
Wann ech weisen, et ass Motiounsblockbusbuster
De G.O.a.t. mat de gëllene Pen, den Top Touher
De Plaz Rusher, säi ganze Schäiss eropgaang, de Crop Duster
Net Russland, awer den Drock uwenden
Op Är Cranium, Cole's automatesch wann Aimime 'se
Mam Jong am Status, e Stadion
Nigga
[Deel II]
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, ech sinn 'bout zu, ech sinn bout zu
Ech sinn 'bout zu, jo
Jo
[Vers: Drake]
Ech sinn 'Bout fir op dësem Schäiss erauszekommen
Ech sinn 'bout fir ze klicken, woah
Ech sinn 'Bout fir op dësem Schäiss erauszekommen
Ech sinn 'bout fir ze klicken, woah
Ech sinn erof fir ze klicken an dech hoes an eng Verbriechen ze maachen
Ech klickt op den Ausléiser op de Stock wéi en héije Strahl
Mann, ech war Bentley Rad whippin 'wann ech nonzéng war
Si ruffen meng Nummer, verloosst hatt hänken ', si ass dréchent gebotzt
Si krut eng Android, hir Messagen ass Limiten
Ech sichen een Numm, an schlussendlech op d'Gesiicht
Nastin, Christine, Justinin, Kënschtden, Charlé, Pauline, Canudine, Kanine, Gudder
Mann, ech packen se an dësem Telefon wéi e puer Sardinnen
A si schécken mech plakeg Biller, et ass déi kleng Saachen
Du niggas huet nach ëmmer d'Biller op engem Golfstream tippen
Meng Jonk méi räich wéi Dir Rapperien a si all Baach
Ech haassen wierklech datt Dir se e puer falsch Dreem verkaf hutt
Mann, wann Äre Pub ass ze verkafen, ech kafen déi ganz Saach
Wäert se jeemools Blummen ginn? Gutt, natierlech net
Si wëllen dat net schwätzen, well et ass eng Halswéi Plaz
Si wëssen de Jong, deen, dee se de Boykott muss
Ech hunn dem Jimmy Jam gesot, deen ech eng Grammy als Dier ophalen
Meedchen huet mir e Kapp ginn well ech brauch et
A wann ech mat Iech fille, da nodeems ech et vläicht iessen, wat?
Niggas Talkin '' Bout wann dëst gon "widderholl gëtt
Wat ass d'Fuck, Bro? Ech sinn een ewech vum Michael
Nigga, schloën, nigga, schloën, wat?
[Outro: Drake]
Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat?
Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat?
Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat? Beat et, wat?
Net emol zréckbezuelen mech net op, datt se ni favoriséiert, brauch ech et net