[Intro]

Water, ayy

[Verse 1]

They say he cool, condensation, I got drip, I need a koozie

I'm at Jasper's crib, they let the Jew in the jacuzzi

2000 baby, this the perfect storm, George Clooney

Put my best foot forward 'til I peeped them boys were goofy

And every time my light shine bright, they try to dim some

Now I'm with your lady eatin' dim sum

Puff the Magic Dragon, if he smoke, then I might flip one

Tuck his tail, hop off the wagon, I might kick one

Four score and seven years ago, I met a jit

Who put an arrow on the Smith & Wesson, Steven Tyler shit

My arm strong from totin' billies, sixty seconds, throw a fit

I'm sippin' egg nog, developin' a dad bod' and shit

I'm gettin' flat spots and shit from all the wear and tear out it

He playin' chess, not checkers, I'm an archery fanatic

I be rappin' for a reason, I don't care 'bout livin' lavish

'Cause if it's smoke, appreciate the aromatics

[Chorus]

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

2000 baby, I ain't growin' old, yeah

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

From the Florida Tropics, now I'm up the road, ayy

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

Pistol drop an opp, like, how low can you go? Yeah

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

Pull up on your block and I'm gon' bend it like I'm Cole, ayy

[Verse 2]

Why they dissin' all my peers? Don't you disappear

They ask me where I'm tryna take this shit, I told 'em, "Change is near"

And every time they tried to make amends, that shit was insincere

That rusty-ass .380 in my boot, that shit a souvenir

Extendo clips hangin' like dicks out for Harambe

Pasta de pepe, I catch your ass and cook you à la dente

Ambidextrous, more to the left, but I am not Beyoncé

And I'm married to the money, shout-out my fiancée

BLP John Quiñones, pop out like, "What would you do?"

I'm smokin' on you know who, the grandson of them damn lieutenants too

Forty out the gate, came out the roof, just me and whoop-de-woo

I get the info like I'm Narduwar, then that chopper do-do-do

I'm shuttin' down the venues with my dog, he look like Majin Buu

I grew up fast as fuck, I'm tryna violate the Toon Lagoon

Sweet lick, I buck the gang back, they salty, no spittoon

I feel like 9lokkNine, a bad bitch blow me like a ba-balloon

[Chorus]

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

2000 baby, I ain't growin' old, yeah

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

From the Florida Tropics, now I'm up the road, ayy

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

Pistol drop an opp, like, how low can you go? Yeah

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

Pull up on your block and I'm gon' bend it like I'm Cole, ayy