[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This that new Season 10
This that fuck her best friend
This that pull up, blow, where they thinkin' they hidin'? Let fire up out the Gen
This that niggas been stealin' the swag, they know damn well they ain't invent
This that niggas ain't rich, they broke, tryna come around just to get a lend
Okay, these niggas in trouble, it's fuck 'em, I'm finna expose 'em, they too undercover
This for my mama, my daughter, my mistress, I clean up her dinner, upgradin' her suckin'
These niggas suckers, they with it, we pull up in Bentleys and beat the fuck out 'em in public
Had to go crazy just for them to say that they hear me?
Now, bitch, I been feelin' discovered
Hold on, I came back from the dead now, bitch, I feel alive
Niggas be poppin' that shit, it's a lie
How you rich and your bread ain't corporated?
Spinnin' this shit, I'm a villain, I shit on these niggas, they thought I was constipated
Laboratory, they done try to get in and lil' shawty link up, my infatuated
Bitch, I, I'm liver than all of these niggas
I'll put the bitch in a blicker, them youngins gon' load up and get 'em, they catch em and stretch 'em
.223, it ain't missin' a beat, we gon' pray up to Heaven and step in 11s
I drive the Maybach like a Jeep, I been movin' discrete
Every swing that I throw they try catch it
Every time that I step on the scene, I just want 'em to test me, they know that I been livin' reckless
I'm lovin' myself, I been havin' a fetish
I'm ready to eat, I been countin' up lettuce
Oh, I got them hitters, they ready to go
That ain't a model, I bought her a bottle and fucked on her bottom until she was sore
I'm on the slabs jumpin' out of a 'Cat
On a Z like a Zoe in Givenchy Peacoat
I am the realest, the illest, the richest, I know that they knowin', I know that they know
Nigga, oh (Ah)
Make a bad bitch come carry my load
Come in the circle, they feelin' alive
Man, these niggas too under disguise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Fuck it, let's run it, I let go my pride
I go to war about my kids, my child
These niggas better just stay up inside
[Chorus: DJ Swamp Izzo & Playboi Carti]
Alive, alive
Alive (Ayy, yeah), alive
[Interlude: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
(Carti, Guapo)
Let me call my twin real quick, real quick
You know what I'm sayin'
I got some niggas finna pull up to the studio, I fuck wit' 'em, I don't know 'em like that
Ayy, come to the studio, though
Ayy, B, come to the studio
Right now, studio, studio
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Uh, tryna out-guap me, that's impossible, let's talk about it
All black Chrome Heart belts, I went martial arts, let's talk about it
They kicked dirt on my name, studied my fame, but I ain't even worried about it
My bitch got that new body, SRT with a wide body
Big house with like five lobbies
G6, no paparazzi
Big chains, now the stone cloudy
Fuck it, I just bought ten watches
My maid came with a maid, she need help to clean my estate, haha
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I'm so (Alive)
I'm so (Alive)
[Break: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I would've went to Utah, shit, it was too cold
Fuck it, we in Atlanta, though, yeah
(Alive, alive)
Ayy, YB, what's up?
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
I'm so (Alive)
I'm so (Alive)
I'm so (Alive)
I'm so, what? (Alive)
I'm so
I'm so
I'm so
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Uh, Maybachs on Maybachs, I'm ready to trip
Niggas not ready for him, huh
I'm the reason niggas sippin' that drank and talk with a lisp, huh
I'm the reason the YNs went fashion, now pop your shit
I'm the reason all these bitches braggin' 'bout the— ha
[Outro: DJ Swamp Izzo]
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)
Alive (Alive)
