text: Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
  M-M-M-Murda
  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport 
  Shawty bad , pop her like a cork 
  You a dork, never been a sport 
  Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin out the court 
  Cotton candy , my cup tastes like the fair 
  Straight up there , we didnt take the stairs 
  Faced my fears , gave my mama tears 
  Shiftin gears , on the Nawf, get serious 
  Face all your fears, then get at me
  Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
  Sit so high in the nosebleeds 
  Feel like I can fly, yeah
  Xans, Perky, check , Bill Belichick
  Take the air out the ball , just so I can flex
  Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks
  Take the air out your broad , now she cant go back 
  Xans, Perky, check , Bill Belichick
  Take the air out the ball , just so I can flex
  Take the air out the mall , walk in with the sacks
  Take the air out your broad 
  Offset!
  Uh, the coupe came imported 
  This seasons Off-White come in snorted 
  Green Lamborghini a tortoise 
  No human being, Im immortal 
  Patek and A.P. full of water 
  Hundred K, I spend on my señora 
  My pinky on margarine, butter 
  And my ears got McDonalds nuggets 
  Soon as I land on the Lear 
  Piguets, they wet, tears 
  488, hit the gears 
  Suicide doors, Britney Spears
  Im boujee, so, bitch, dont get near 
  Criss Angel, make dope disappear 
  Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears 
  Its a race to the bag, get the mills 
  Ride the dick like a BMX
  No nigga wanna be my ex 
  I love when he go on tour
  Cause he cums more, when I see him less
  I get up set off
  I turn Offset on
  I told him the other day
  Man, we should sell that porn
  Yeah, Cardi B, Im back, bitches
  I dont wanna hear Im actin different 
  Same lips that be talkin bout me
  Is the same lips that be ass kissin
  These hoes aint what they say they are
  And their pussy stink, they catfishin 
  Same hoes that was sendin shots
  They reachin out like they back itchin 
  Why would I hop in some beef 
  When I could just hop in a Porsche?
  You heard she gon do what from who?
  Thats not a reliable source, no
  So tell me, have you seen her?
  Let me wrap my weave up
  Im the trap Selena
  ¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!
  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport 
  Shawty bad , pop her like a cork 
  You a dork, never been a sport 
  Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin out the court 
  Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
  Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
  You see them stats, you know what I am about
  I am the champ, Im Iron Mike in a bout
  Attention, Ima need you to face front
  You dont want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
  Raps Jackie Chan, we aint pullin them fake stunts
  My crown wont fit on your bum-ass lace fronts 
  You bitches catchin a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
  All of your friendsll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
  I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
  Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
  This Givenchy is custom made, now you cant get it at Saks though
  I dont work in no office, but they copyin and thats facts though
  I aint tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
  Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
  Im with a couple bad bitches thatll rip the party
  If Quavo the QB, Im Nick Lombardi
  Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
  I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
  Ayo, Nick, didnt you just do a hit with Gotti?
  That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
  Its a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
  Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty 
  Brand new Chanels 
  I scuffed em runnin from 12 
  Aint make no commitment with none of you bitches
  Cause money is treatin me well 
  If Nicki should show me her titty
  Right hand on the Bible, I swear I wont tell 
  If I get to play with that kitty
  I wonder how many platinums we gon sell 
  Pop a Perc and catch a feel 
  Now I cannot feel the wheel 
  My chest bad, give me chills 
  And the left hand on Richard Mille 
  Not the watch, but the price on the ice
  If you dont know what that is 
  Motorsport, motorville
  Abort the mission, thats a kill 
  Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport 
  Shawty bad , pop her like a cork 
  You a dork, never been a sport 
  Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin out the court 
  Cotton candy , my cup tastes like the fair 
  Straight up there , we didnt take the stairs 
  Faced my fears , gave my mama tears 
  Shiftin gears , on the Nawf, get serious 
  Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me 
  Take away pain, aint easy 
  Thats why I fire up a bleezy 
  Niggas not cappin this season