I be in my car out my window screaming fuck you

You be on the block spending money like you up dude

I don't really want to cash them out when I'm two

I be speaking cholo in the hood like what's up fool

Spinning in the Chevy we be smoking heavy

I just want to hit the blunt and eat them up like over easy

Spitting like that Eazy-E or ODB, but I ain't leaving

Tell them I got 4 doors, why not two, cause I ain't scheming (woah)

Blast from the past I be hitting gas

They don't want to race the boy because I'm showing Usain fast

Stepping on the clutch showing bitches how to digi dash

Everybody want to top me, but I be saying boulderdash

Get back, get back, get back, get back

Everybody

Get back, get back, get back, get back

Everybody

Get back, get back, get back, get back

Everybody

Get back, get back, get back, get back

Uh

Chilling like a villain I be in the building looking nice

I'm a cut your parachute your shit done look vanilla ice

Harder than azuly iced

Bitches looking terrified

Hopping off the stages to my broker make him happy cry

Driving round the city y'all be bumping with me bumping Whitney

Not that type of bumping Whitney

Hope you get the fucking jiffy

I be looking cleaner than a fucking Mr. Clean commercial

Y'all be looking dumber than a mothafucking infomercial

Get back, get back, get back, get back

Everybody

Get back, get back, get back, get back

Everybody

Get back, get back, get back, get back

Everybody

Get back, get back, get back, get back

Uh

I be fucking with the minutes y'all be trynna sell the tickets

I be saying everything will grow cause this my fucking business

I be playing shortstop you be riding hard on benches

Bitches live in fantasy ya boy be working in the trenches

Imma breathe and grind cause that's the only thing that'll calm my tensions

Lights I keep them on like Vegas

Speeding down like Mr. Vega

I be acting crazy, but I promise I got good intentions