| Yeah |
| Fuck around and get erased, yeah |
| Put a nigga in his place, yeah |
| If it’ll go one way, flip a coin, Two Face |
| Touched down last night, kick, push, gotta skate |
| Tony Hawk 900, Big time young stunner |
| All this ice, kid chill, might freeze by summer |
| All this money in the way, NSYNC like bands |
| I don’t trust my friends, they still do scams |
| Told a homie Twelvyy wild |
| Trouble woadie doggy foul |
| Call of Duty 50 cal |
| Quiet storm I’ll kill a style |
| I’ma kid again, fuck it I’ma kill again |
| Island feel like Gilligan, headed out to Michigan |
| Need them acres and estates |
| Bust a move, I’ll bust a play |
| Got it poppin' out of state (Poppin', nigga) |
| Play the block, I’m on a crate (I'm on a crate, yeah) |
| Wait a minute, I don’t wait (I don’t wait) |
| Lil' shorty with' a grate (With' a grate, yeah) |
| Out of orbit, out of space (Yeah) |
| Play the block, we on the crate |
| Fuck around and get erased, yeah |
| Put a nigga in his place, hey, yeah |
| Actually I’d rather be, I’m a wanted man |
| Shake the block, I’m poppin' out, like some rubber bands |
| Condo and a bungalow, money come and goes |
| When I had a runny nose, nasty hella hoes |
| Castle Hill 670, moved a hunnid light |
| 60−40 on a pack, I be set for life |
| From the hood I’m on a crate or the runaway |
| In the town we bucking shots |
| I apologize all this homicide |
| Ever since my brother died, I was certified |
| Goin' 35, 30 clips, dirty yachts |
| Need them acres and estates |
| Bust a move, I’ll bust a play |
| Got it poppin' out of state (Poppin', nigga) |
| Play the block, I’m on a crate (I'm on a crate, yeah) |
| Wait a minute, I don’t wait (I don’t wait) |
| Lil' shorty with' a grate (With' a grate, yeah) |
| Out of orbit, out of space (Yeah) |
| Play the block, we on the crate |
| Mm, hmm-mm, mm, hmm-mm |
| Mm, hmm-mm, mm, hmm-mm |
| Public enemy, I wear a mask |
| All this energy I make it last |
| On my way to church I got a mass |
| This that Ragnarok computer crash, ayy |
| Passin' through the block, I gotta dash |
| On the couches with the cash |
| Got accountants for the cash, ayy |
| Twelvyy do the bop, I do the dash |
| I was nastier than Nash |
| Word to Rocky, I’ma spaz, ayy |
| Twelvyy make it hot, this for the Ave |
| In the Cadillac with Addie 'bout to drive to Cincinatti, yeah |