[Intro]

(Ayo, Mark A)

[Verse]

Exotic smoker, foreign sneaks cost like three ounces

RIP Bernie Mac, swinging sticks, Mr. 3000

Road running, phone on 1X, I can see mountains

Doggy talking too tough, I'm finna see 'bout it

Going 180, driving blowed, I should seatbelt it

Red bottoms, bitch, I'm lava stepping, think my feet melting

Tryna win, you need a team, you can't be selfish

Five hundred dollar pop, eating rice, so I keep belching

If you put your mind to it, yeah, it's possible

Track and field Supreme pants, hurdled every obstacle

Going MIA, shit, I'm talking where it's tropical

Get him knocked off, he touch a hair or a follicle

Catch up to me? Shit, that's impossible

Improbable, chance is very astronomical

Better back back, swear to God that the chopper full

All the scam alerts nowadays, we responsible

Russian Draco knock you out like it's Ivan Drago

Spray some Creed on, then go and punch, I feel like Apollo

Backwood, Backwood, I don't get high with frontos

Talking 'bout some punchlines, but you got a nine like Rondo

You need some new bars

What the fuck is that noise? You need a new car

What the fuck is that piece? You need a new charm

White buffalos, four thousand for these two arms

Good Essentia, water purified

Talking 'bout a dub, you ain't nowhere even near a five

Punch God, grab three jacks, then go and clear the lines

Talking 'bout some Wock', but your fridge had some beer inside

Fuck a Budweiser, three-five and the bud fire

The real source, fuck around and get your plug fired

I just call it how I see it like an umpire

4 AM, fifty ball, I'm just countin' up tired

Remember sneakin' out the crib on some bullshit

Out late ridin', everybody had a full clip

Do the dash like, "If you see the hook, dip"

But every time we touch down, that's a good skit

Feel like Bruce Leroy when he had the glow

In that one bag, MacBook in here, cracking codes

Stop talking 'bout the scams, you ain't active, bro

Stop asking 'bout the bag or I'm taxing, ho

Fuck, shit, fucked around and left the car wrecked

Why this bitch talking crazy 'fore she put on Carmex?

Scam vet', punching drip up on Farfetch

You twenty-six and you still don't have a car yet?

Why you at the bus stop?

Had to beat his ass 'fore I shot him, hate a tough opp

Ballin' now 'cause back in high school, ain't get enough clock

Got away from rock bottom, shit, now I'm up top

[Outro]

Bernie! Bernie!

What?

Ayy, man, would you mind popping us some popcorn? With extra butter, a little salt

Anything else?

Yeah, some of that cheesy spray if you got some

"Some of that cheese spray, if you got it," some folks don't know when to go home, man

What the—?

Who in the hell bit off this pear and put it back in the basket?