Ladies and gentlemen
All that lil´ slick shit, all that lil´ fake ass shit
When I be readin´ that shit, man
Y´all don´t really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy

You don´t really fuck with me
So stop actin´ like you fuck with me
´Cause I ain´t gon´ act like I fuck with you
And put that shit on blast
Ayy

Ayy, you don´t really fuck with me, so you could just cut it out
I see you know I peep what you all about
You ain´t fuckin´ over me, I rather fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and soak up all my clout
Gettin´ tried of niggas reachin´ out and tryna talk
So much flavor, all these haters keep on droppin´ salt
(Ooh, I fuck with that)

I ain´t even write it down, Red Skelton
Laugh out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain´t never go through no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
´Cause I can´t see no lil´ hoe hurtin´ me (ayy, ayy)
But I done broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I´m like how the fuck this nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I´m like what the fuck, this nigga been watchin´ me?
Like how this nigga sittin´ here tellin´ me about me?
Antoneisha say I was fightin´ in my dream (ayy)
That lil´ bih Chelsea say I´m fightin´ in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my team fightin´ demons

Lil´ bih, nigga, I kill, stealin´, I be cheatin´ (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain´t no grim, yeah, but I be reapin´ (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, it´s Valentine´s Day, but I´m Halloweenin´ (yuh)
I spin, bend, merry-go-round
Even when I´m married, nigga, I´m hoein´ around
I don´t believe in karma, that shit is flaw
´Cause I done let out rounds, and it come back around (yeah)
Identity theft (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That´s my occupation, I love to pop checks (identity theft)
I was the first in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don´t get me wrong, I love myself, but I love identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what´s my hobby, bitch, identity theft

I be runnin´ up that money, gotta take a deep breath
I know what´s up, I keep my ear to the streets like I´m a elf
Fuck it, I´m writin´ now, iPhone 7S
No, I ain´t like you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof vest
I´m conditioned to the streets, grew up to the streets
I done grew up ´fore I ever went through puberty
I just gave a fool that business with that foolery
Start jackin´ niggas and whackin´ niggas, first I was snatchin´ jewelry
I bag a nigga like groceries
Watch how you approachin´ me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, ain´t no emotions to me

Drop a hoe like a 14
I´m posted up, Dope Boy Ree´s
I gave my heart to the streets
But I got a soft spot for my old G

HBK, heartbreak kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart Break Kodak, February 14 (yeah)
Touch everybody ´round the country, February 14
Yeah, I´m lovin´, and I´m thuggin´, February 14
On that coffee and that cocoa, I ain´t on codeine
I ain´t been on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin´, you would think I´m a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, this February 14 (ayy)