[Intro]

You don’t be on the scene

You don’t be on the scene (Yeah)

You don't be on— (Yeah)

You don’t be on the scene (Yeah)

You don’t be on the scene

Yea, aight, look, yeah

[Chorus 1: redboy]

You don’t be on the scene

You don’t be flippin’ like me

You don’t be rappin’ like me

I be catchin’ these Z’s

You gon’ be catchin’ these beams

You can go talk to my fiends

I'ma just walk in your dreams

I see you toss in your sleep

[Verse 1: redboy]

He puzzled and lost in the seams, seems like I got bigger ideas

We tussle I chop, the turbulence on this truck, the pressure be hurtin’ my ears (Talkin')

Turbulence, uh, curbin’ the burdens, I’m cuttin’ off uh

Corners I’m up in suburbans bitch (What?)

I’m takin’ her home I wan’ see if the curtains are matchin’ the drapes

Bitch I go peel at yo grape, lil’ bitch I just said that we great, cap, huh

Cappin’ these blasters like water bottles

Cabbage I’m smokin’ on a fat, out state

Calabasas model with a fatty wanna feed me some grapes

I’m the antagonist, ticky tacky houses break

Smack the cameras out my face

[Chorus 1: redboy]

You don’t be on the scene

You don’t be flippin’ like me (Okay)

You don’t be rappin’ like me

I be catchin’ these Z’s (Okay, huh)

You gon’ be catchin’ these beams

You can go talk to my fiends

I'ma just walk in your dreams

Yeah, you can go talk to my fiends

[Verse 2: wonder]

(Yeah, yeah)

Uh, the arm a rack, the money attached

The money I'm talkin’ is something you lack

I got some pants, the denim is muddy

He come with a buddy I come with the mac

What did you say to me I'm off the yak, uh

Shawty look good from the back, uh (Hello)

I make the money and music they wanted, so when the year end I'ma laugh

[Chorus 2: wonder & redboy]

My apologies, uh, 30 bottles deep (Fuck, fuck)

He ain’t on the scene so tell that bitch don’t talk to me

True Religion pants, uh oh, I throw it back

And that shit be movin’ fast, lil’ baby I got some ass

[Verse 2 Continued: wonder]

Okay my bitch said, "You a bitch" (She did)

Tell ‘em I'm down to get lit (Damn)

I'm really makin’ a fool of these pussies, they talk all that shit and then quit

I wanna thank god, for makin’ this bitch fall off

Countin’ the shit they lost, all them residuals makin’ me hard

Okay money talk, money talk, we do a lot of that

Dion told me fuck these bitches up I told him we too bad

Pop out and son on em layin’ em flat, uh

I told that bitch to relax, uh

Choppin' it, choppin’ this shit up they say that they better we’ll see about that

[Chorus 1: redboy]

You don’t be on the scene

You don’t be flippin’ like me

You don’t be rappin’ like me

I be catchin’ these Z’s

You gon’ be catchin’ these beams

You can go talk to my fiends

I'ma just walk in your dreams

I see you toss in your sleep