[Verse 1]

Don't lose blackjack blaming the dealer

It's not my fault I'm flying

Words just turn into paper for me

But I would've been a rich man silent

I see artists that act like divas

Putting on acts, I just don't buy it

I been minding my business, but if it's business

Fuck it, let's go, let's try it (Baow, baow)

I make hit records that hit new records

I wrote those records 'cause they're my records

And this my record, so just for the record

I'll say how this shit goes (How this shit goes)

His hit records are his hit records

And his hit records are her hit records

And her hit records are not her records

Never touched her phone (Never touched her phone)

Don't spark my fuse, they aren't your tunes

They ain't your bars and they aren't your loops

I don't wanna hear your opinion on something

Your A&R forms half your views

Sideline me, you can't write like me

Bite your shit, you can't bite like me

Shake my hand and then bad mouth me

And it's grab my pen and it's R.I.P

[Chorus]

S to the O to the N-G-E-R

D-R-E, but it could've been D-R

Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi

We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia

S to the O to the N-G-E-R

D-R-E, but it could've been D-R

Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi

We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I want my mind on fire

Cruising heavy, I'm Jai Opetaia

My songs get spun at our football stadium

Sara Sara, I'm free from desire

Leaving the country with two or three suitcase

'Cause when I land, they'll feed me attire

When I get back, I let my girl unpack

And they all get fucked in the tumble dryer

Wardrobe's icy, feels like Narnia

Changed my creps 'cause the blue one's gnarlier

I tell a lie, I only changed my creps

'Cause they all got weird and I lose my marble'er

Should've left my watch at home

Trip balls looking at a skeleton Cartier

Wake up playing one of my slow songs

Tell Alexa to give me one dancier

See greeze when I hear this song

It's one wipe and the dirt is gone

Some people are too controlling

It's one click and the skirt is long

I'm in the dance and I'm screaming will

Balloon in hand like a gender reveal

Next day meeting some label geezer

Showing him a song how the people feel

[Chorus]

S to the O to the N-G-E-R

D-R-E, but it could've been D-R

Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi

We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia

S to the O to the N-G-E-R

D-R-E, but it could've been D-R

Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi

We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia