Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, yeah, ayy, uh, ooh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm just making songs in my house

Ayy, chopping beats with my mouse

While they fucking pour by the ounce

Man, I took a whole different route

I ain't thinking about your doubts

I just wanna get my accounts

So that shit will never go drought

Man, this feeling got me to bounce

Like them bitches without no ramen

I'm feeling like I'm the boss

Man, my dreams be higher than comets

I'm running until I'm slower than nuclear half life

That Benjamin counting ****, he sicker than half pipes

Y'all **** is fucking addicts, you needing a crack pipe

Three-minute made like a ramen

Put hot sauce to make it popping

That recipe was no option

Man, had to fucking go cook it hotter than that stove top

Lil boyo like lava, gotta get the bread before retire

I'm fucking hot like a iron, like y'all **** stay in yo lane

Y'all **** faker than bang, I'm on the top like I'm Wayne

I ain't gon' need no power man, I'm better than the game

All y'all motherfuckers lying if you didn't hear my name

Amon, come on, come on, ayy, yeah

Come on, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

Uh, that is a wrap

Uh, big ol' laps

I can't wait to rap

Oh God, damn

Shut up, Santana

Hahaha