[Spoken Intro: Yoo Q!, Pusha T]

So while we got y'all here at Tiny Desk

And even y'all watchin' at home

I need y'all to do me a favor (I got you)

And just, and just, and just, and just

[Intro: Yoo Q!, Pusha T, Clipse]

Gather 'round (Come on, let's go)

Woo, come on

Put 'em up, come on

We gon' bounce, y'all

Haha

Let's go, haha

Come on, let's go

Haha

Yeah, Miami Vice (Yeah, yeah)

All my cocaine dreamers

You know

Miami Vice

Pusha spit this shit for y'all

Here we go

[Verse 1: Pusha T, Clipse, Malice, Yoo Q!]

Youngin', don't make my sails rise (Uh)

I shoot you out your chukkas

Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers

Papa said stay free of them suckers

Minus the wicked jumper, street baller like the Rucker

Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple

Roosters in the duffle

Keep the hood screaming, "Cock-a-doodle doo," fuckers

Coke by the ton, rap niggas, I'm the one

With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryna chatter?

ASIC-ass rappers, got 'em runnin' for they life (Ting)

I philosophize about Glocks and keys

Niggas call me Young Black Socrates

West Indies bitch drop to knees quick (What?)

With dreams of bein' a rich man's bitch

Feel sorry for niggas pull triggers and they shit click

So many bullets jammed in my shit, call me Lead Fist

Shake the diamonds out my wrists

[Chorus: Pusha T, Yoo Q!, Clipse, All]

Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett (Let's go, uh)

Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Got two hot rocks in my pocket (Tell 'em like this, uh)

Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Big home, palm trees, and watches (Whoa)

Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

My only accomplice my conscience, go

[Verse 2: Malice, Clipse]

Youngin, learn from me, let's not be at odds

We're more like than not, two peas of a pod

Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows

I once gave it away at thirty grams an O

That accounts for all them days in the cold

Feels like kids and cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl

But it's a bigger picture, holmes, trust, I done seen it

From Frankfurt to Cologne, Oslo to Sweden

From Italy's Milan to the shores of Napoli

Now I consider Ferrari and Salvador Dalis

I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global

That's why I seem distant, son, expand your vision

Even adored by Norwegian woman

Blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm gettin' back with a vengeance

Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten

And then they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh

[Chorus: Pusha T, Clipse, Clipse & Yoo Q!, Yoo Q!]

Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett, uh

Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Got two hot rocks in my pocket, uh

Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

Big home, palm trees, and watches (Yeah)

Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious

My only accomplice my conscience, uh