Yeah

Hey, hey

Yeah

Ash to ashes, dust to dust

The dustiest niggas been fuckin' with us

Am I a GOAT? Well, probably not

I probably was, but you probably forgot

My white label had to go white label shit when he stepped out his body and finally got hot

Hand me the tools like I'm pickin' a lock

Me and white bitches been kissin' a lot

My honor comes from the shit that I do for the ones that I love, it's between 'em and I

Your honor comes to the court and he offers a plea deal so that you could cut off some time

Nowadays, y'all don't wan' put in no work

Y'all just wan' jump to the front of the line and hurry and run out the nine

Baby boy, please

I heard what you said to lil' bro about me

Yeah, and when you run into the Iceman, what you gon' do except freeze?

You not 'bout to squeeze, you not in the streets

I'm cuttin' niggas off at the knees, they ain't on standin' on business with me

If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, give me a motherfuckin' seat

If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, I bet I know who I see

You know how I fly 'cause I land at the beach, when you land, you can see me

You whisper my name 'cause the way that it carry, you can't even speak

Yeah, you can't even speak

Whisper my name and don't say it too loud

'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out

We turnt up Coachella, had boys backin' down

And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud

If you my nigga, then say that, my nigga

Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"

Come up to me and get one of them out

'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out

Okay, okay

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah, hey

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah, hey

Yeah (Whisper my name)

Yeah

Ayy, ayy

I'm doing my big one, you doing a little one

What kinda man are you? A middle one

Yeah, my brother said he want a blue Bim', I'ma get him one

My new ting don't know how I live, she shoppin' at Erewhon

My brother got no fuck to give, he poppin' at everyone

This ain't fixable smoke when you see us, I'll sit in with Farrakhan, nigga

This shit like the bag that you bring on the plane, it's gon' carry on

These boys dress up and think that they somebody, shit is like Comic-Con

My YGs are fastin' and prayin', you lucky it's Ramadan

Otherwise, they would be posted outside like the Pentagon

You niggas be hittin' the 'net for some love, you a tennis ball

I take 500K down to dinner, I never could learn shit from none of y'all

Whisper my name and don't say it too loud

'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out

We turned up Coachella, had boys backin' down

And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud

If you my nigga, then say that, my nigga

Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"

Come up to me and get one of them out

'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out

Okay, okay (Whisper my name like the ghost of me)

(Counted me out)

Okay, you gotta whisper my name

Yeah, hey (Counted me out)

Okay, you gotta whisper my name (Counted me out)

(Counted me out)