[Intro]
Haha, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ugh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Jets, nigga, now where haven't we...)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh!
Fool, fool! (Ugh!)
[Verse 1]
Spitta get this ho shit jumping like—
Kangaroo pouch, Louis Vuitton
The small things make me different from these fools
Pull my drawstrings, keep my sweats off of my shoes
I'm a dog, man, keep my paws clean
I ain't fucking with you at all
Lames is your whole set, G's don't recognize y'all
Independent acrobatics, make that loot somersault
Remembering my license and registration's in my mom's car
Came a long way, but I don't got time to be—
Sitting at the dock of the bay, wasting every second
Money can be made out a rhyme, I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out a beat until it die, call CSI, I—
Got 'em running, scared, tryna catch up
Fifty-seven: Hines, Gregory, the dance legend
Make music, I'm stepping out at a major event
Best-dressed in attendance, and I never left the house
[Hook]
Right back at it
Light the pilot, get the pot, we can get it cracking in here
Audio dope, we track-trafficking
And they asking for more—"Is you back again?"
And I ain't talking 'bout practice no more
When it's game-time, show me to the stove
Audio dope, yeah, nigga, we track-trafficking
They asking for more—"Is you back again?" Ugh
[Verse 2]
Greens rolled under the gazebo
Lemonade-level vodka, backgammon, playing Keno
Musical mafia
Loaded bases, bring my team home: I'm the great Bambino ('Bino)
Roulette wheels in the casino
Fat Macs skimming off the top, but that's the game we in—
What you gon' do about it, ha?
Sacrifice and hit the independent? Probably not
They not like me—that's why they don't like me
Me? I'm likely in my trailer, in between scenes
Got the feature girl from the video full of weed
Break your foot tryna kick how I kick it
Kill yourself tryna live how I'm living—Spitta!
[Hook]
Right back at it
Light the pilot, get the pot, we can get it cracking in here
Audio dope, we track-trafficking
And they asking for more—"Is you back again?"
And I ain't talking 'bout practice no more
When it's game-time, show me to the stove
Audio dope, yeah, nigga, we track-trafficking
They asking for more—"Is you back again?"
[Outro]
All around the world, the same song
Cali bud strong—it's that love: Faizon
Haha
So high, 'til my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stay gone
Now, tell me that I ain't got it—
And then keep a straight face, punk