[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

It's kinda mad, got 'em hot, I'm chillin', by the fan

And they can't believe that, I'm the man

Up and stuck it's like I'm Spider-Man

On the ocean ridge and, bitch by the sand

I can say it wasn't but, it was kinda planned

Let me take it back to where I began

Lot of niggas try to, bite my hand

Yeah

[Verse]

Heads gonna roll I decapitate 'em

Here's my accolades, cause I'm gravitatin'

You don't have to say it, I just suffocate 'em

You don't have to hate, just congratulate him

Havin' fun with, couple summers

Grab another, got it covered, yeah

I got bitches, different colours

Biggest cocky, in the stomach

Silent lamb

Build a house after I, buy the land

That looks tasty, but it's, kinda bland

You look tough if we go, buy the gram

I'm that tough amigo, but I'm Isla's dad

I feel lonely sometimes, kinda sad

And my thoughts and feelings, kinda clash

But fuck cryin' there's no tear running down my lash

Smile, then the camera flash

He's a earner, squeeze the burner

What's love gotta? Tina Turner, yeah

Got some bud and a bitch time to turn up

Yeah I like this new bitch, I prefer her

See things clearer, this my era

Can you back up please fam, this my area

With my bad, boss bitch from Nigeria

And the hips don't lie, like Shakira

[Chorus]

It's kinda mad, got 'em hot, I'm chillin', by the fan

And they can't believe that, I'm the man

Up and stuck it's like I'm, Spider-Man

On the ocean ridge and, bitch by the sand

I can say it wasn't but, it was kinda planned

Let me take it back to where I began

Lot of niggas try to bite my hand (Fireman)

Yeah