Shout out CONNIE for the beat And shout out every Lil Dicky fan Every real Lil Dicky fan, I love you Mad at me, I never sweat it They don't know the strategy I never get into it but the batteries is really fully charged When it's them or me I love flattery, oh, you'd rather it me? It's been a while, yeah, I got the mileage up Tell me who dialed as us? Sittin' round waiting but nobody calling my bluff (damn, mm) Don't get checked, I'm saying All this tech, I'm saying That's your best, well, maybe Y'all should prep or plan, I been cheffing crazy I'm the best, damn (who, me?) I'ma geek, with a beat This ol' freak, like my freak Tongue in cheek, lemme be Let her come in I'ma G, y'all are Z's Tell me about 'em they weak Tell me about what you need If it's the mystique that you gotta see Then I'm gettin' blue, Rebecca Romijn (mm) I'm so silly huh? Hit my Millie Rock, that Lil Dicky bop Clam bake, y'all cooked On some Gwen Stefani, I'll leave No Doubt Don't speak, bro, you know it's all in the bank I got a lil check coming in like every single week Goddamn 175 thousand Wait, got Walt Disney up on my shit, dog We ain't gotta talk about selling albums, naw But an overall deal couldn't overall heal my shit I gotta come clown 'em Go ahead, doubt him Who's real and who bout it? Coming back, I'm not a running back I'm never cutting back, I'm taking everything I got a wedding ring, a lot of friends and family But I tell 'em ain't no disrespect But I'm the only specimen, I got a regimen I got 'em sweating like it's gym, we on the track Lemme jog your shit, it's coming back? Make 'em run it back (eugh) They gonn' play this shit back, they will play it back They will play this shit back, they will play it back They will show my highlight real when I am done in fact I will show you all my skills and how I wanted that (yeah) I just do it all 'cause I got talent like that I been really out here fucking on this beat from the back Doggy style, gun 'em down, cock it back Full clip, well, I hate guns actually But I'm tryna go at 'em like blll I'm tryna get dough off the blap I'm tryna get dough off the dome, though I got unlimited flows in the bag I'm tryna pull up to the hotel, why is the bellhop looking like that You know I gotta keep it low pro, Mike Porter's brother with the bags But I ain't going out the sad way, they really wanna get it we can rap Naw, they'll never do that sub 10 guys doing this, damn I'm generous, it's probably 5 Guys like my lunch plan Heat up like Bam, fuck with a GOAT and I'm playing (eugh) W ref, W bars, W my girl holler when I'm all in it Even though it's little, I don't fall out Gotta slide in it, hands full, plate full I ain't really nothin' to call out How I never even sold out, and what I got in store's going all out What are you talking about? Going nutty like a ball out, you know I ball out I got folks bugging, shit buzzing, you know I'm on Money stretching to the heavens, Clay Davis my shit long (shiit) Really saving all the money even though I'm rich, rest in peace to Homie Quan Gotta live it up for everyone until I'm gone When they will play this shit back, they will play it back They will play this shit back, they will play it back They will show my highlight real when I am done in fact I will show you all my skills and how I wanted that (ugh) This the type of shit, they could play up in a layup line This the type of shit, they could play up in a layup line This the type of shit, they could play up in a layup line This the type of shit, they could play up in a (uh, uh) Bam Bam holiday, new Lil Dicky drop today Son 'em, call him Poppa Dave Coming off the top, toupee, eugh