[Chorus: Dylan Reese]

I can tell I got 'em nervous

Watch me work, you might learn some

Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder

Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of

I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous

[Verse 1: Dylan Reese]

Flip it if I wanna, I might hit the switch, uh

I just count my commas, do my days like this, uh

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Remember when I didn't have a hundred bucks?

Watch your mouth when you speak my name, uh

I'm tryna cop a house, not a Jesus chain

We are not the same, flex up

But I stay calm, I know who next up

They call that boy vanilla, dude is smooth as leather

Cruise straight through the pressure

And I can tell I got 'em nervous

Words don't mind me while I shut shit down so high-key

My 16 is pricey, please don't email me if you not swiping

Prove it every time I press record

I did too much to be ignored, but

Just keep running up the score

[Chorus: Dylan Reese]

I can tell I got 'em nervous

Watch me work, you might learn some

Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder

Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of

I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em

[Verse 2: Zak Downtown]

First, switch up, then you stack up (Stack up)

Big bucks, lil homie back up

I've been too hot (Too hot) for too long (Too long)

Two girls, I can't choose one, no

Lately, I've been on the road, perky take a toll (Yeah)

Drinking from the bottle, might not make it home (Yeah)

Out here on the road, this the life we chose (Yeah)

Money isn't everything, but fuck it, I look nice in gold (I do)

Hold up (Hold up), this ain't luck (Luck)

I work hard (Hard), hard as fuck (Fuck)

I can tell you nervous, I could never be uncomfortable

Music-money good, but I still get it by the double, bruh

[Chorus: Dylan Reese]

I can tell I got 'em nervous

Watch me work, you might learn some

Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder

Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of

I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous

[Verse 3: Nate Good]

You either nervous or jealous and I know a hell of a therapist for you to call

Your girl embarrassed and then she just called me to chew on her nails and to stare at the wall

I don't like problems, but that's problematic when they see you happy and fresh off of a win

Breaking my back, I was writing the raps—tell me, where was you at? I was dropping the pen

If you rock with me since DatPiff, we like fam

Pull up in an all-black whip, the smell like contraband

Baby girl, go check your man, ooh

Tell me what's the issue

Those pants, they do you justice

But that drama doesn't fit you, yeah

Lil bitch, you could really catch this dick

Daddy gon' make you wish

Daddy don't take no shit

Give you the crown like your namin' is Vic

Fact that you're nervous as cute as it get

Slide in this bitch like it's Tokyo Drift

You know the name, it's the business I get

[Chorus: Dylan Reese]

I can tell I got 'em nervous

Watch me work, you might learn some

Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder

Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of

I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous