(Mastermerc this hard)

Do you know the feelin'? Yeah

Walk the beat like I-

Walk the beat, yeah ima' kill it

I'm goin' up up up

Yeah I wanna feel it

I'm tryna upgrade myself, yeah

Yeah, get a better version

Yuh (yuh)

I'm in the stu' and I'm lurkin'

I'm in the stu' like I got a bone to pick

Damn I'm rockin' this shit, hard as hell

Yeah I could call it a boner fit

(Haha)

Yuh, called it a boner fit

Damn, I'm in the stu' I own a fit

I might take a flick but there ain't-

(Ain't no postin')

There ain't no postin'

I'm in the game and I got it locked in like I'm a locksmith, yuh

(Run it up, run it up

Ooh, ooh)

Ooh, ooh

Damn this shit fire

I made this shit hot as hell like a campfire

(Camp, fire)

Damn I'm goin on the beat and I'm getting-

Way too geeked

Yeah, yeah way too geeked

Way too geeked, yeah, yeah way too geeked

I bend that bitch over, bend that bitch over

Yeah she a whole freak

I already told you I get a hoe way too wet

Yuh, diamonds on me I'm a vet

Devon n nem aim at ya neck

Pull up with spray, pull up with tec

Hittin some jacks like I'm Betts (Betts)

Hittin some jacks like I'm Betts (Betts, Betts)

I feel like a toddler, I'm just throwin' some fits

Yuh, I'm throwin' it-

I'm throwin shit out at the Ritz

Accurate as hell, I don't miss

Gold on my chain, look like piss

She circled back, had to dismiss

Sip out the bottle, fuck sippin' Tris