(Twentywrld)

What? Yeah, what

All white tracksuit 'cause I'm kickin' it (Kickin' it)

I know that's fake Wock', it ain't thick in it (Taah)

****, that's 'Tuss, ****, we ain't drinkin' it (Yeah)

He tried to serve me that, then I'm blickin' him (Huh)

These **** my JR, Timmy Hardaway (Timmy Hardaway)

He say he a street ****, pull his card away (His card)

5.56 goin' through your doorway (They are)

I might just cop a crib out in Norway (In Norway)

Feel like a Native, I'm smokin' Ganja (Taah)

I'm dodgin' the plug, ****, no Charger (Yeah)

All of these guns, I'm livin' larger (Huh)

I'm not an American, like Roger (Pew, pew)

I feel like Jay-Z, Sean Carter (Carter)

Servin' online, fuck a brick and mortar (Brick and mortar)

Take yo' shit, ****, like a hoarder (Yeah)

I might just snake you, like you Rich Porter (Huh)

AR-15 do everything I do (Everything I do)

These bitches be weird, like Erykah Badu (Erykah Badu)

I don't need to talk, come see what this fire do (This Pistol)

These **** do everything me and Kai do (Bah, bah)

I put the pack in the Goyard (Goyard)

You wanna blow up? Let's make you a star (A star)

We the reason why his hood on the charts (Yeah)

These **** be fakin', like performing arts (Taah)

Ayy, yeah, walk down with that stick, make him drop his shit (What, huh, pew, pew, pew)

I keep a cannon, like Nick, Nick, Nick (Huh)