Written by: Mallorie
I know that I'm sucha baddie
Come with the drum, but leave wit this money
Pull up in caddy, but leave with the two doors
Don't know the future, admit it tho, who knows
Askin' the mirror to hype me up once more
Like, 'Hey, you better?'
Crackin' the code, so damn easy
Try to step up, Imma show you that I'm the B
You're actin' dumb, you better quit all of this, ha
You try to be me but you're failin' it
God god god god
Spin the block, block, block, block
Dare you to compete with me if you want this
I bet it you don't wanna
I bet it you don't wanna smoke
G.O.A.T that's what I be
If you ain't got nothin' to say then I'm gone, goodbye
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