They said I ride the wave too close to the sun

Which makes me a bastard

I’m off the muzzle and broke the leash

Off like a mother fucking mastiff

I ride with crazy heavy hitters

They go bat shit

If an OPP try to get guano with me

Imma drop’ em like bat shit

Snap of a finger like that quick

Thanos on’ em I’m too sick

I stand on my own two legs

But my third leg makes me a mother fuck’n big prick

Im straight facts, I break backs

I’m Andre on three stacks

You better read the label, I’m fine print

I’m a mother-f***n needle in a haystack

If **** wanna catch a sun tan

You better layback

ELOW The Great don’t play that

If you wanna jump in the water with me

Best believe the super soaker

Gonna leave’ em wet when I spray back

I am poison with the Ajax

Send blind shots through the Ray bands

I made a lot of money last year doing rap shit

Most of my cut went to Uncle Sam

They heard my name through the grapevine

It keep it tucked tight if you take mine

Couple ticks set’ em back on rewind

Couple shots lay a **** back on recline

Hit the button on baby mama decline

In the line light now it’s my time

I done made it through storm and drought

Now it’s time for me to the soak up the sunshine

(Interlude)

I watch behind the screen

As they talk in all caps like a keystroke

Imma change it up like a remote

When I slide on a OPP like a keynote

If a **** wanna get puffy with me

Imma take his whole bag full of Cheetos

I’m making heavy weight plays in the game

Im **** I’m talking bout Keto

911 ring louder than the phone when they dial 911

I ain’t even talking about Reno

This the type of shit they don’t wanna play on Vevo

This is the type of shit that **** wanna put in freeze mode

This the type of shit thats legendary with the cheat code

This is the type of shit that ELOW get the Choppa on reload

Imma get’ em

Fuck what they talk’n bout

Treat’ em like a wet towel

Imma ream’ em out

I used to cook with top ramen how break the noodles down

I used to boiling hot water out the pot and now I’m steaming out

They act like a bunch of pussies how they creaming now

This is what dream are made about

If the commas don’t make cents when you add to a dollar

and it still don’t make sense then what you grind out?

Imma leave’ em high up in the nose bleed

You can get off my tip till your toes bleed

Before upper cut’ em with a Toastie

They don’t want the butcher

Imma give’ em that roast beef

They must be on some weird shit that ghost weed

I apply pressure keep my enemies closely

If you’re too close to me

You better pray to God or get a Rosary

They gonna leave bagged up like groceries