Mm, mmm

Mhmm (Yeah)

Ra, ra

Ra, ra, ra (Mmm)

Ra, ra

Ra, ra, ra, ra

Brand new stick

I don't need a red dot to hit my target, can't miss

Running through the madness

Standing over my opp I just went Cassius, it's tragic

Put you in your place

Boy don't get too close cause I keep grip, I need space

Moving like a freight

Make the whole crowd jump the rage got 'em hyperventilating

What's in the trunk?

Somebody hit up the feds like I'm not from Cali and know when we riding it bump

Tear up the subs, it's thumping or what?

Sitting on dubs with tusk in the front and the 808s sound like a drum when hitting yo' ears, so cover 'em up

925 on the wheels and the bunk

Burning rubber, it smell like a skunk

I'm a P.O.M.E. moving dangerously

Expect nothing less if you aim at me

My Slash 'nem deep in the cut and been looking for bodies, they never been friendly

Make it rain, don't slip, we scrape and move when on the block

Major Payne, we strapped from head to boot then keep it cocked

They fixated on proving me wrong

But I didn't even care from the start (Hell nah)

I'm just worried 'bout my corporation and get to this paper like I'm Michael Scott (Paper)

Is he geeking or is he a donk? (Whoa)

When I answer it's always a taunt (Yeah)

People question the way that I talk, but my actuality based how I walk (Ah)

Put a sucka on the news, this just in (In)

Drop 50 when I call my Cuts here (Here)

Same guys that was down bad with me summer after eighth grade, you could call my bluff then

Every day I woke up, it was just rap (Wallah)

Ninth grade making moves off WhatsApp

I ain't even have money for a bus pass (Nah)

Call God cause I'm doing anything it takes just to up my rank this far, can't cease fire, kill 'em all

Yes I'm twisted it's tucked right above my drawers, no Cheddar Bob, it's going off

Keep my grip cause these days y'all don't even wanna brawl, so it's my right to stand tall

Do like Tyson this bite from the barrel gone blind you, take your sight before your life

What's in the trunk?

Somebody hit up the feds like I'm not from Cali and know when we riding it bump

Tear up the subs, it's thumping or what?

Sitting on dubs with tusk in the front and the 808s sound like a drum when hitting yo' ears, so cover 'em up

925 on the wheels and the bunk

Burning rubber, it smell like a skunk

Yeah

Know what I'm saying

Ain't saying it no mo

Uhh, uh (Huey, Huey, aye)