I'm quick to step like Walshy, tryna make it big like Gucci

Told that sweet one we don't dance, still gon' slide on special occasion

Ayy, true say, true say (Baow)

I'm quick to step like Walshy (Ayy), tryna make it big like Gucci (Baow)

To any degree, I'll spin like Mr. C or movies, Dolby (And spin that, spin that)

Sit like synonyms, patient (Ha)

I was born for missions, Jason (Ayy)

T-Tell them they won't amount to shit in the field like Macy

Four-four on my pendant (Ayy)

But it cost five figures, I swear I ain't playin' with ****

Cars horrendous (Uh), even subs get figures, really, they ain't even debuted it (Nah)

A-All the evil against me, rebuke it (Fuck off)

Cah the scene and the blues left clueless (Ayy)

Cruisin' in the orange and blue like the Dutch, the bugel (Ha)

Double dutch, I ain't skip no steps (Nah)

I really went through it

Car broke down on the side of the highway and she brought me crew

Now the engine a different movement (True say)

The wrist a different movement (Different)

Thirteen get stuffed and I'll stop alludin', we're shootin' (Baow, baow)

Like cleats retire, bootings (Ayy)

I-I want guys on shirts like targets, chased in KMarts, chased in Targets

Old as Zamati, he cried regardless (Haha)

Watch me spin this block like CD, they say big bro got him a DV (Ayy)

But see, he got slapped like a bitch (Ayy)

Northern pole on my wrist (Listen)

Told that sweet one we don't dance, still gon' slide on special occasions (What?)

Workers hittin' my line, like, "Give me a time," I told 'em, "Be patient" (Chill)

Exotic flavor chasin' (Brr)

I can tell that this gon' be gas by the look of the leaves and the way they fadin'

Give me a crown, I'm the one they hailin' (That's right)

Yes, k-king of the city, that's me, though (Ayy)

I don't care, I'll do it myself all day, no way, I can't trust these weirdos (No)

You can get cut like Amo

Still in the fields out lookin' phenos (Ching)

I got an Asian girl from the Philippines, but I know that she looks Latino (Damn)

Sunshine boy, no Dino, still in the fields out doing it proper (Baow)

No, I can't trust no copper, points still scorin', but it ain't soccer (Brr)

And if bro-bro say, "Go get 'em," blades on hip when we yellin' out, "Gotcha" (Ching)

In this life, I learned some lessons, still do tags on walls with poscas (Oye, ayy)

True say, true say, ayy