Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What the fuck, yeah, hold on Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Say, "Hello", nigga, little ho nigga Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (What's up?) What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?) Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those From the fucking jungle where you can't grow Hold grudges, never let it go I'm with my fuckin' dawgs, no pedestal Do you need gause 'cause your pockets swole? What the fuck is that? That's a bankroll I got forty-five K in my pockеt Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it Do a show, then I make a deposit I madе Europe, they ragin' and moshin' Yeah, I fuck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching Nigga, I am the greatest in my generation I don't do no playin' about it These rappers, they should call me, "Papi" Every lil' thing is exotic I'm with two hoes like a shotty I'm shittin' on these niggas, no potty I don't wanna see your twenty dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman My thoughts outta pocket I been hidin' from the world The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects (Hold on) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga (Ayy, say, "What's up?") Say, "What's up?", watch how I fuck it up, get it back Niggas say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at? Designer rug, alligator my floor mat Bad lil' bitch gon' give me that neck, neck We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin' Tech Deck Why you so motherfuckin' cap? Don't respect that, hey Don't come close, better step back, hey Minor setback for a comeback Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey Fuck around and play, get splatt-splatt Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah I been in the slums, givin' all back Tell me, where the fuck is Donald Trump at? (Let's go) Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go) Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (Uh) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

Oh, oh, ah You know what I'm talkin' bout? I did the keys, I did the keys I swear to God, I did the keys Aw yeah, gone I must stay focused, on these big bankrolls (Focused, cash) I can't, can't trust these hoes, no, no, no, no (No, no) I must stay focused, on these big bankrolls (Focus, cash) I can't, can't trust these hoes (No, no) I cannot trust these leeches (Leech) I cannot trust these streets (Street) I cannot trust these bitches, (Bitches) I gotta trust on me (Me) I cannot tell my business, stretchin' out racks, no fitness Yeah, I swear we goats (Goats), we need to go down in Guinness I put the gang on my shoulders and carry on (Gang, gang) I put the strap on my shoulder and bring it home (Bang, bang) Haters be lowkey, fans is singing my songs (Lowkey) I swear to God if I see em' in person I'm doin' em' wrong (Bah) I gotta stay focused, they pull out that camera, take pics (Flash) Every time I'm closing my eyes, I seeing me running from pigs (Twelve) She don't speak or don't talk, she shy, she needed something to lit (Don't speak) You come in and fuck up the vibe, we scratching your name off the list (Scratch it) Yeah, yeah, got my soul in this (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, then I told em' this (Yessir) Yeah, yeah, gotta stay focused (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, we don't fold, bitch (Yessir) I must stay focused, (Ahh) on these big bankrolls (Focused, cash) I can't, (Woo) can't trust these hoes, no, no, no, no (Can't trust these hoes, I can't trust these hoes) I must stay focused, on these big bankrolls (Focus, cash) I can't, can't trust these hoes (No no, no no, yeah, yeah) Maybach too big, it can't fit in the driveway (Skkr) I been fucking her since Big Worm been on Friday I been drippin' hard on these hoes, this is my space (Drip) Taking the top off the benz, baby, taking the top off the benz (Skkrt) If I pull up with your rent, baby, you gotta swallow my kids If I'm a dog, I'm a pimp, baby, having fantasy love with a rich lady I put cum on her lips, she mad I told my friends (Oh, oh, oh) I stopped hanging with your nigga, just to fuck on you, everyday baby, on your daddy And I wanna caress you, just fuck on you, just to add you to my life Rose gold Benz, rose gold rims and tires (Hey) Rose gold 'chete, chain gang (?) (?) (?)!world to (?) world, that is up in (?) burgh Slob, make yo pussy slurp (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I must stay focused, (Ahh) on these big bankrolls (Focused, cash) I can't, (Woo) can't trust these hoes, no, no, no, no (Can't trust these hoes, I can't trust these hoes) I must stay focused, on these big bankrolls (Focus, cash) I can't, can't trust these hoes (No no, no no, i can't trust these, nah, nah, yeah) I been taking molly and this lean since the other day NyQuil sipper, half these niggas just a protégé Ketotife', I been pouring fours in a cherry Sprite (Pour up) Thirty mill', ran it up, two years, this a legal heist (Woo) I'm a syrup sipping, rich young nigga (Yeah) It's like ten Bugs Bunnies in my Jesus piece Thirty cars sitting outside like I'm dealing