The Mission

I'm in the Cayman Islands wilding
While I'm bussing up the silence
I'm denying all vaginas
Who be claiming that they rhyming
Buss up in it like the Bando
Way too much to handle
I should let you know I know my haters really fans though
Wow yeah, why the hell you mad, look
I'm just being me mess around and break the bank
She might shake it on the dash
Had her screaming like the mask
Way ahead you niggas
Lived your future in my past
Whip it like a flip phone
Oh she love the ... bone
All you niggas big band
Wagons on my shit no
You can hop up off that
I just got my sauce back
So way out my mother loving mind
I think I lost that
I'm on my 007 yeah, there is no telling yeah
What I might do next, what I might have in here
What I might have in here
I'm on a mission
And no one can stop me, you must be tripping
Tell Roger to copy, I'm on a mission
And no one can stop me, you must be tripping
Tell Roger to copy that, let's go!
Mama raised a millionaire
Self-made winner here
Nigga you a copy of a copy, build a bear
I only fear the fear of fear and that's not in here
You couldn't even say you balling even if you had a pair
Watch out, donuts like the cop house
So much time in music man I swear I never clock out
Turn X and O's to knock out
Make em wanna tap out
Now they tryna find me
Kinda like the trap house
I just had to flip mode
I be hella lit, stove
Whip it hella loud
You can feel it from the sixth floor
All my Caribbean girl shake it like it's disco
I just had to lay it down for this show
I'm on my 007 yeah, there is no telling yeah
What I might do next, what I might have in here
What I might have in here
I'm on a mission
And no one can stop me, you must be tripping
Tell Roger to copy, I'm on a mission
And no one can stop me, you must be tripping
Tell Roger to copy that, let's go!