[Intro]

Yuh, uh

Yeah, one time

Yeah, yuh

[Verse 1: JR SPECS ]

Take ‘em back to days spent in dirt lots

Spittin' shit, now you couldn't see me like Bird Box

Straight ahead, I can turn when the world stops

Working with the words in the motherfucking workshop

And the kid's from your town, so ya turnt up

Oh, I get it, the cell phone ringing in the middle of the woods like how’d you get service, hey

Grew up sitting in the first row of churches, hey

Mickie-D, brown bag for the breakfast

Working with the thumbs, with the super effective

Ever since Pokémon the dude been electric

Oh this shit fire, girl, escape to the exit, ooh

Little bit of sugar in your K2, fake dope

But you got a sweet tooth, me too

Nah, I can see a price on you all

Sold it to the devil when he call, man, shame on you

When I heard your shit I said, Deja Vu

Seen it before, y’all cannot sleep

I can just snore, you could do less

I could do more, I can do shit you cannot do

Y'all might grow up, be the boys in the blue

Couldn’t be me, no not a chance

So I play my song and then she do her dance

[Chorus: JR SPECS ]

Came in with the band like tie dye

Imma make her disappear like voila

Slide on a shorty like cha-cha

Then I dip with your shorty like Sabra

Golden state moves with the broomstick

But I ball like the C’s, baby, true shit

Don’t sleep on me, baby, tune in

Got your parents in the whip like, “Who’s this?”

Tell 'em, "I don't know"

[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]

Aww, yeah

Want some bands in the passenger, grab it

Make money disappear faster than magic

You pay for y'all team, yeah, you bastards, you magic

The way I beat beats, that’s just tragic

I melt these bitches like plastic

I’m just like Papi

I say I see nothing, what happened?

Level up, Freiza, get beat by Vegeta

Two joints apiece, and some Hen in 2 litre

I’m drunk off this, could run a five hundred meter

Spanish girl, I say look at me like Mita

Kicking the homies out, Martin & Gina

In them red pumps and she dunk on my penis

Like the opposite the Underachievers

First GPA was a 0.2

Dante snuck out just to dance on the roof

Dropped out and now Timmy Turner come true

[Chorus: JR SPECS & Michael Christmas]

Came in with the band like tie dye

Imma make her disappear like voila

Slide on a shorty like cha-cha (Cha cha)

Then I dip with your shorty like Sabra

Golden state moves with the broomstick

But I ball like the C’s, baby, true shit

Don’t sleep on me, baby, tune in

Got your parents in the whip like, “Who’s this?”

Tell 'em, "I don't know"

[Outro]

That’s perfect, exactly what I needed

Fuck that shit, real niggas fuck with Jodeci