go outside / legit

Smokin' on gas
Bitch, I’m feelin' like The Hope
Bitch, a fucka' spells him out, I think I might have a stroke
(Oh, think I’ll have a stroke)
A-A-A-A-all these checks I gotta get
We gon' pump 'em all like Armageddon
Bitch I’m on my way to fuckin' heaven
Many problems, I gotta admit it, yeah
Really, I think that I just ascended
Takin' your shit like a motherfuckin' bandit
Bitch, when I’m finished, you’re gon' need a Band-Aid
I got mask on bitch, you know that I’m busy
That’s right, nobody fucking let me
Hey, hello, bitch, I’m picking up the phone
Why you tryna talk in front of my home?
I think I’m really the G.O.A.T
Think I, think I need to go
All white, lookin' like the fuckin' snow
Came up with a plan, all of these things in my head
Swip-swap
We gonna fuck him up, that is the plan
100 mil' in my motherfuckin' hand
This is the thing I got the upper hand
I be investing in some muhfuckin' land
You
Popular 'cause I think I’m really dead
All of the villagers stay in my head
We gonna drop him like Whole Lotta Red
Okay, in this part of the song
I’m gonna do something so unexpected
I’m gonna switch up the octave of the instrumentals so it’s-
Like I’m Eternal Atake, I be making all this bank
Now what the fuck do you think, that is, if you even think
Because I think that you don’t
Give you a cut of my freezer don’t want you I’m just tryna help my Ghost
Say that you care about me and you love me
I know that you’re lying because you are rogue
He said I got bread, I suppose
I am responsible, I got a pose
I never cared 'bout the motherfuckin' Pope
Yeah, I keep me a pole, I keep me a pole
I just spent half of my life turning that nothing to something
And I know them digits talkin' tough because they really just bluffing
And as it stands right now, bitch, I’m still fucking struggling
You said you live in the park, but in the suburb that shit’s troubling
You said you were moving bricks, but your ass wasn’t really hustling
You say you putting in work, but you complain about the mumbling
Get a job, get a life, I don’t care about that shit
If you wanna talk your talk, talk your talk then suck my dick
I know you was tryna hang, bitch, you not part of the clique
Like I’m underwater breathing, bitch, I came in with the drip
You can’t talk about your shit, but when I catch you, do not slip
trick came in with the .30, made him to a trick
Choppa made him do his dance, if you don’t like it, better sit
I’m eating sardines with the noodles because I couldn’t choose and pick
You be acting like you gangsta, but your privilege is a bitch
And they be always tryna copy, get the fuck up off my dick
Get the fuck up off my dick, letting you know you ain’t shit
And fuck up out my face, I’ma let you know you not legit
I got that gold up on my watch, that shit be looking like some piss
And I’ma go and switch the language 'cause I feel like doin' that shit
Feel me?
Can whoever speaks the language or twikipedia transcribe this part please