[Intro: SwaVay]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, uh
Aye, aye, aye, aye, uh
Aye, aye, aye, yeah
Uh, look
[Chorus: SwaVay]
You wanna be good or you wanna be great?
I got a whole lotta shit on my plate
I'm tryna eat like I just haven't ate
I'm in the stu’ for like six, seven days
I take the second verse off, send it Dre
I do what I want with no hesitate
You wanna be good or you wanna be great?
Burnt out nigga with your burnt out ways
[Verse 1: SwaVay]
Major plays (Ooh)
Feel like Wiz, I do the same shit bitches day to day
I don't move without my bros, bitch I'm Damon Wayans
Major Payne for all these sucker ass niggas all in my way
I drop off a concept and run
I'm Nicki Minaj by my sons (Ooh)
You do all your flexing for funds
I run on you laps and you fun
I know I'm the chosen one
I don't see how you let nothing but bullshit
Come out of your mouth, through your lungs
From all of that bullshit you talk
I would think that you would see a church every month
I'm a bar now (Huh)
Never gon' fall now (Huh)
All my niggas loyal (Yeah)
Never gon' fall out (Huh)
Fuck up a mall now
I'm a teenage heartthrob
Girls see me and they fall out
Nothing I do be smart now
Do it look like I was left off "Bad and Boujee" (Huh, ooh)
Hoe, this is not Quavo, this Dre-vo, meet my Migos (Huh)
Thought I told you nothing I do ‘round me, poquito (Huh, ooh)
I get everything I want my way, Carlito
[Chorus: SwaVay]
You wanna be good or you wanna be great?
I got a whole lotta shit on my plate
I'm tryna eat like I just haven't ate
I'm in the stu’ for like six, seven days
I take the second verse off, send it Dre
I do what I want with no hesitate
You wanna be good or you wanna be great?
Burnt out nigga with your burnt out ways
[Verse 2: SwaVay]
Billy fifteen, live with mama
Daddy gone, “Sorry son, forgot ya” (Ooh)
Billy used to hoop with his partners
Now Billy skip school with his partners
Billy favorite rapper Lil Pump
‘Cause of him Billy smoking blunts (Ooh)
‘Cause of him Billy got a gun
‘Cause of him Billy got the runs
Billy don't really like lean
Billy don't like selling tree (Ooh)
Even though he live in the 'burbs
Billy like to think he is a G
Billy walk right past me
Billy really need his ass beat
Your favorite rapper really a facade
Billy married to his Instagram
Billy like to follow all the trends
Billy falling into quicksand (ooh)
Billy spent five on the shirt
Billy really only had three
Billy think the only way to be
Is spending all his money just so he (Ooh)
Could feel just like his favorite rapper
Billy don't think about it after
Billy think the coolest shit ever is
Not ever read the next chapter (Ooh)
Billy overdose on a pill
Billy just trying to be real
Billy just trying to see how it feels
You not even who you say you are
Billy finna try to fly to heaven
Just to try to meet a fake star
[Chorus: SwaVay]
You wanna be good or you wanna be great?
I got a whole lotta shit on my plate
I'm tryna eat like I just haven't ate
I'm in the stu’ for like six, seven days
I take the second verse off, send it Dre
I do what I want with no hesitate
You wanna be good or you wanna be great?
Burnt out nigga with your burnt out ways
[Outro: "Lil Bill"]
Yeah, son. You already know what the fuck going on, God damn
It’s ya boy, God damn Lil Bill. You know what the fuck going on
We got the, God damn Louis shoes on right now, got the God damn seven chains on in the studio right now, God damn. Got the God damn diamond grill, God damn, shit’s shining like a motherfucker, God damn. Where my T-shirt is James? That shit, God damn Gucci or some shit but for real I don’t even know how to say it for real, God damn. You know what I’m sayin’, you know what I’m sayin’, God damn. I got the God damn, shit, the, God damn Balenciaga drawers on right now, God damn Ferragamo socks on right now, God damn. Might call up Travis Scott right now let me borrow a chain right now. God damn, me and the Migos got the same jeweler, excuse me. Tuh, you know what I’m sayin’. God damn money bags on right now, only in Goyard bags. God damn, how long this beat is, I’m finna talk shit for a minute now. God damn, shit, got the God damn Brinks truck at my God damn house for real. God damn, I thought I was, God damn, shit. There my boy right here comin’ to the studio right now, his name John, my jeweler for real. Me and Ben Baller went to the same God damn school at the same time, excuse me. Fuck you think that mean? Shit, God damn.
