Graceland

Did you, did you, did you?

Did you, did you, did you?

Did you, did you, did you?

Y'all know how to copy, but you don't know how to have it

Sounding like a suburban bitch, a trait, not a habit

Not my son, you're my pet, call you Peter Rabbit

Tryna steal my flow like a bald-headed bandit

Didn't expect to already be a mother

Got an IUD, you bitches must've crawled under

I'm an absent mom, y'all can get off my udder

And I didn't fucking stutter

You can fucking piss off, bitch

Did you miss me?

Back in the city with my bestie

Acting bitchy

Did you miss me?

Too turnt, baby boy, you know me

That's the real me

Got more money than your favorite indie band

Never sign a deal, don't need label contrabands

I'ma need that shit put straight in my hand

I'ma make it rain when she hit the handstand

We're the original, while you're giving Graceland

Ask me why we do this shit, supply and demand

And when we come around, they gotta keep it tucked in the waistband

Yeah, in the waistband

Did you miss me?

Back in the city with my bestie

Acting bitchy

Did you miss me?

Too turnt, baby boy, you know me

That's the real me

Did you miss me?

Did you, did you, did you?

Back in the city with my bestie

Acting bitchy

Did you miss me?

Did you, did you, did you?

Too turnt, baby boy, you know me

That's the real me

Did you, did you, did you?

Did you, did you, did you?