[Intro: Pharrell]
I just ordered one my [bad word] 
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I’m still a snow mover, blow harder than tuba
Designated shooters, turn weed to [?]
Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the Nasdaq
In that glass back, the motor is the [bad word] crack
I’m still feeding divas like I feed the meter
Holy father to em, I ain’t talking Jesus neither
Balance on the scale, I ain’t a Libra either
I’m just a name and number with the means to reach ya
Grim Reaper, him cheaper, him [?]
His army, MCM or gym sneakers
You knowin that hymn better, he been preaching
You [bad word] is bloodsuckers you been leeching
Been baller, been Jacob, been dealer
Been realer, pound sign, been trilla
All killer, no filler, been iller
Fraud niggas you zoolander, Ben Stiller

[Hook]
When [bad word] to shooters my niggas is trained to go
And they gettin' practice on [bad word] who breaking codes
35 hundred, just point give them a name
They back flipping niggas, that go for rappers the same
You don't know me [bad word]  [bad word] out my way

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Between renter and a homeowner
Hip Hop, we can cover any rolling stoner
Louboutins I heist [bad word]  or that [bad word] Winona [bad word] me to rappers cause they in their moment
Might of crossed the name brand every blue
But these brand names to a brand owner isn't new
Don't make a sequel cause we share the [bad word] of two
She ain't the angel that you think, she reincarnated too
I build mine off fed time and dope lines
You caught steam off headlines and co-signs
Young niggas cliquing up with my rivals
Like the bible don't burn like these bullets don't spiral
Like I can't see the scene that you mirror in your idol
But a pawn’s only purpose [bad word] suicidal
Oh, suicide, it's a suicide
I'm just talking to the world like it's you and I

[Hook]
When [bad word] to shooters my niggas is trained to go
And they gettin' practice on [bad word] who breaking codes
35 hundred, just point give them a name
They back flipping niggas, that go for rappers the same
You don't know me [bad word]  [bad word] out my way

[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
[?], this sweater is cashmere
The roof is a translucent, it's nothing but glass there
The car is a concept, what's next is my last year
My future is bright, hot, you never can last here
I'm top 5, listen, who hot in the past year?
Five heartbeats and I'm feeling like Flash here
Cause what I capture is the beast unleashed in the pastor
Story of the sheep and the wolves I un-master
Fifty in the liquor, unwrapped 'em
Unpacked, powder rise and it fall like Sebastian
Telfair, tailor-made suits hand crafted