Catch me skating like Nyjah

No ice though

& I don’t see no rivals

Unless they dead on arrival

They’re just reaching for the title

They just need recognition

(I know)

I scope them out the rifle and pipe blow

Iso

Iso

I don’t

Need no assist

When I go, When I go

I’m on some god fearing warrior shit

No weapon against me formed will hit

‘Cause If they get me it’s over with

But they can’t get me I’m on with this

(Calculated)

And my instrument’s out of Texas bitch

Yeah I love my Mexicans

(Mm)

Yeah I love my Mexicans

And she hope I text again

But that shit irrelevant

But she shoot her best & shit

Yeah she shoot her best & miss

I’m on with the next & shit

These bitches

These bitches

These bitches flocking like magnetic fields

Fucked the bitch now she got some prosthetic hips

Drippin while Im ridin like I’m ridin on candy wheels

She so bad, I might smash, yeah while we standing here (Ay, Ay)

And I fuck bitches I ain’t supposed to & shit

I fuck with her friend, asked her move over real quick

She sleep on the kid, till she heard em quoting some shit

She was still peeping, but now she really want me and shit (Ay)

I was down, then my whole life flipped

Homie actin weird, and I’m thinking that he might switch

I was real little watching all the white flip

All the jays was teaching me how to fight and shit (Ay)

Then I’d go to school and fight and shit

My whole life, it’s been leading to a mic and shit

Big pole riding lookin’ like a hockey stick

Pockets bussin’ and you fuckin’ with your pocket lint

Pockets bussin’ and you fuckin’ with your pocket lint

Pockets bussin’ and you fuckin’ with your pocket lint (Ay)

Big pole riding lookin’ like a hockey stick

Big pole riding lookin’ like a hockey stick