[Chorus]

Yeah, I stay away from po-po

Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros

Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no-joke

Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope

I’m turning ‘to a logo

No joke, keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros

Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no-joke

Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope

I’m turning ‘to a logo

[Verse 1: Prof]

Check deposited

I’m so good, God with it

Prof a consummate

Don’t sell me that plane if it don’t come with bombs in it

Maybe some missiles, making it sizzle, grease on the griddle

I’m smoking a nugget

Ayee ow, sorry I’m thinking out loud

They thinking they figured us out, they fishing for clout

I have a different account, likе them leaving missing a mouth

Bro got a gat with a gas mask on it

Think about the fact you could pass that chronic

Talking mattеr fact, let a rat get punched

I’m the miggity miggity miggity miggity mack, dag gon’ it

That’s that black Cadillac, demonic

Pack that fat ass sat tectonic

Rappers in my city be soft as porcelain

Pay your respects to a true outdoorsman

You only know me by music (mmm)

You don’t know me, you stupid

Put on your shoes and run to a conclusion

[Chorus]

Yeah, I stay away from po-po

Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros

Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no-joke

Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope

I’m turning ‘to a logo (hey, hey)

No joke, keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros

Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no-joke (yeah, yeah)

Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope

I’m turning ‘to a logo

[Verse 2: Cozz]

Aye if it ain’t thick, I don’t touch it

That goes for the knots in my pockets and the booties on the thots that I thought about

Shh, quiet

Y’all know what I’m saying, it’s simple and it’s plain

I ain’t really gotta talk about nothing, it’s all in the vibe

It can’t be denied, fuck a piece of the pie, the whole thing is mine

Got the keys to the sky, Cody be a pilot, he neat and he fly

He don’t need a stylist but he need a ride

Cuz he drinks Ciroc, and he’ll leave his keys in his wallet along

With his mind, C-O-Z-Z he wylin’

But we all know this ain’t my first time though

Is it my second or the third time? No

Might be a little crazy but I earned my dough

So don’t tell me shit, it really irks my soul

Damn Cody mac, please calm down

You know you got plaques, you know you got racks

You even got songs with Cole now

You should probably be more mature now

See the problem is the more you tell me not to do something

Is when I really want to go and do some more now

So keep this shit between my brothers (yeah)

And if they talking to the cops, then it’s fuck ‘em

[Chorus]

Yeah, I stay away from po-po

Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros

Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no-joke

Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope

I’m turning ‘to a logo

No joke, keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros

Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no-joke

Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope

I’m turning ‘to a logo