Since I Met Ye

Since I met Ye, I'm dead to you niggas, that's why I wear jet black (go)
White hoes going Bin Laden finna end up with they head wrapped
I been in the kitchen with the cauldron, we don't yip-yap, it's a mismatch
Get the, get the, get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga

Ay
Bitch, I'm Ricky Williams on the Dolphins
Smoking and jukin' but never coughin'
Ay, I'ma leave her shaking like it's Parkinson's, she want the thunder like Darryl Dawkins
Ay, steppin' in the deep water, know you see the shark fins
Die, it's a privilege to get a coffin
Get the, get the, get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga
Niggas jumpin' in the beef, don't rap now
Little boys thinking it's scripted like we on SmackDown
Nepo-ass niggas be built and bred for the background
Never had a hit, and you only hitting a half ounce
Dickhead, how you gon' login and tell me to run it up?
Hit dogs, holler, you felt a way and then sucker-punched
You be in studio sessions chasing a bag
'Cause the shit that you make on your own go into to the trash
How you niggas thinking you slick when you cherry-picking
When your bitch is on another mission?

I just got my bitch a Beretta, we getting cheddar, so I got another one to twin 'em
Lately I been feeling like Tyson, sow when I'm swinging on these niggas like they Robin Givens
Burn 'em

Since I met Ye, I'm dead to you niggas, that's why I wear jet black
White hoes going Bin Laden, finna end up with they head wrapped
I been in the kitchen with the cauldron, we don't yip-yap, it's a mismatch
Get the, get the, get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga

Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm
Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm

Bitch got her hand out, I ain't giving tide
Bitch, you ain't even good enough to be on my side
One thing about Peggy, know he never lie
East Bay mag nigga from the East Side
I like my side bitches toxic as Kevin Federline
And if your bitch is a bopper, she gettin' fed a line
And if she stressin' me out, she get a better rhyme
It be your own niggas giving 'em out that Fetty time
Blackout curtains for the daytime, bitch, lay down, I'm still on LA time
My raps should be classified as hate crimes
All-white Benz in my ends, they gon' hate this
White girls give the best top, I'm racist
You owe me money, don't sleep, I'ma wake him
On her knees for the MD, it's shameful
On her knees for the Lord, but she ain't faithful