Kanye West drags Drake and J Cole on remix of Future and Kendrick Lamar diss ... trends now
[Intro]
Whoo Kid
[Verse 1: Drake]
Ayy I could never be nobody number-one fan
Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand
You p***ies can't get booked outside America for nan'
I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan
I'm the hit maker y'all depend on
Backstage, in my city, it was friend zone
You won't ever take no chain off of us
How the f**k you big steppin' with a size seven men's on?
This the bark with the bite, n****, what's up?
I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up
Extortion, baby, whole career you been shook up
'Cause Top told you drop and give me fifty like some push-ups, huh
Your last one bricked, you really not on s**t
They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit
Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split
The way you doin' splits, b***h, your pants might rip
You better do that mother*****n' show inside the bity
Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty
Pipsqueak, pipe down You ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped down
Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down
Like your label, boy, you in the scope right now
And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down
I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
Just to have this talk with your a**, I had to hike down
Big difference 'tween Mike then and Mike now
What the f**k is this, a twenty-v-one, n****?
What's a prince to a king? He a son, n****
Get more love in the city that you from, n****
Metro, shut your h* a** up and make some drums, n****
Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner
Y'all n**** manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner
Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it
Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (Out here trickin')
S**t we do for b****es, he doin'
