“2024” prod. ojivolta, earlonthebeat, and Kanye West

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, you got here again and also you failed, uh
Second place, cannot be in my face, oh, nah
Thick pockets, they assume I am rockin’ Chanel
Fats pockets, lil’ bitch, you recognize I bought right here
Out of pocket together with your bitch, Chanel
Accomplished grew me some horns, child, I am from hell
Southside, I used to be in Riverdale
Off molly, that two-tone tablet
Wealthy nigga with all these fuckin’ women
He subsequent, I put him on the mural
She’s subsequent, I advised her she my woman
Oh, you want that? (Oh, you want that? Oh, you want that?)
Hahaha (Oh, you want that?), yeah (Oh, you want that?)
(Oh, you want that? Oh, you want that
[Chorus]
Uh, put ’em on the information or somethin’ (Schyeah)
Put ’em on the information (Ha, sa)
Put ’em on the information or somethin’ (Schyeah)
Put ’em on the information (Ah), yeah
Put ’em on the information or somethin’ (Schyeah)
Put ’em on the information (Ah), yeah
Put ’em on the information or somethin’ (Schyeah)
Put ’em on the information (Ah)
Put ’em on the information or somethin’ (Wassup)
Put ’em on the information (‘Sup)
Put ’em on the information or somethin’ (Wassup)
Put ’em on the information (‘Sup)
Put ’em on the information or somethin’ (Wassup)
Put ’em on the information (Let’s go)

[Verse 2]
2024, MUSIC, oh, oh
Put ’em on the information or somethin’
I am evil like Luci’ son
A complete lotta bitches be hatin’ on me ‘trigger I bought all of the buns
Needed to fall again with my final bitch ‘trigger she was simply playin’ with my lil’ time
I am travelin’ the world just like the pope, bringin’ the presidents proper to my son
Shawty, you gotta be most cancers you make me really feel some sort manner
And no, I can not be canceled ‘trigger you’re feeling some sort manner, uh, uh
I am within the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale
Uh, I’ma maintain killin’ these hoes, I am fuckin’ on Bombay
Pink in my cup like a mind, sippin’ on zombie
Bust the ho, do my braids, then I am going hungry
I am cookin’ up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)
I advised her, “The glove don’t fit,” I am feelin’ like O.J
The racks in my pocket and I hyperlink with Oji
Ooh, .24s within the sprite, bought me feelin’ like Kobe, R.I.P., uh
All my boys, they strapped up, do not strive shit
Stroll contained in the social gathering, bitch, all of us narcissists
Haha, oh, you want that? Yeah (Whatchu say Guap?)
Uh, oh, you want that? Yeah, yeah
(Oh, you want that?) Oh

[Chorus]
Uh, put ’em on the information or somethin’
Put ’em on the information, ha
Put ’em on the information or somethin’, woah
Put ’em on the information, ha
Put ’em on the information or somethin’, woah
Put ’em on the information, ha
Put ’em on the information or somethin’, woah
Put ’em on the information, ha
Put ’em on the information or somethin’, hol’ up
Put ’em on the information, gang, ha
Put ’em on the information, ha
Put ’em on the information, yeah
Put ’em on the information, ha

[Outro]
Oh, hahaha, schyeah