[Intro - D.R.A.M.:]

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that f**k shit



[Verse 1 - Lil Yachty:]

Hey lil mama would you like to be my sunshine?

Nigga touch my gang we gon turn this shit to Columbine

Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3

30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee

I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs

I just did a show and spent the check on my mama

When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas

And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home

All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on

Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone

Weight up on the scale, boy I had a good day

Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays

50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan

I know you know my slogan, if I ain't bout guap I'm gone

Niggas hating cause I'm chosen from the concrete I rose

Shawty staring at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze

Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes

I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows



[Chorus - D.R.A.M.:]

In the middle of the party bitch get off me

In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli

Ya I know your baby mama fond of me

All she want to do is smoke that broccoli

Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me

Said that I can get that pussy easily

Said that I can hit that shit so greasily

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily



[Bridge - D.R.A.M.:]

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that f**k shit

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that f**k shit



[Verse 2 - D.R.A.M.:]

I got companies and Pesos

I got people on my payroll

She don't do it less I say so

I don't smoke if it ain't fuego

I just sauce em up like Prego

Fettuchini with Alfredo

All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega

I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself ok you're special

But I treat you like my equal never lesser

I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record

Had the world stepping

That's what I call epic

Couple summers later I got paper

I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel

With the capers on a square plate

At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face

To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass

Rapper face, dread headed

Golden diamond teeth wearing

They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy

Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty

With a Spanish Barbie word to my mommy



[Chorus]