[Verse 1]

I switch lanes in a delay

Y-M-C-A

Your Money Can't Associate, aye

Look, I don't care if it's your B-day

I do what me say

And me say party everyday, aye

Flip it over

Back page bitch, I'm a deal closer

First class chick went to Villanova

So much ass, ass spilling over

What?

What did he say?

If he ain't Z-A to the motherfuckin' C-K

Then I don't listen

Get the fuck up outta my face

Pack your bags

And don't forget your suitcase

Explosive

Beast Coast shit

A cunning villain

But, been feeling like the dopest

Like a quarter bag of Anna Nicole Smith

I ain't dealing

It's depending who you roll with

[Verse 2]

I Drive the 5-seater, by the meter

I make a track

Run it back, then delete it

I lead the pack, I'm a leader

I'm getting fast

Run the track till my feet hurt, ugh

All these people watching for me

Almost thinking we can start an army

Game crashing like a kamikaze

Wash you down like an auto-body

I can't fit in two verses

I'mma need more hearses

Killing rappers, I murder

Best you never heard of

Smart like Minerva

Fly like a bird

The beat sick, I'm allergic

Drop it down for the kid

Expensive taste, don't pass me the mid

Don't ask where I live

It's Young Zack, North Cack

Aleady told ya, ya dig?

[Verse 3] Marco Luka

Already told you, ya dig

I got deep coat pockets

Why you hate on the kid

In my air force walking to the door of her crib

Whole gang making waves

Never off of the grid

Like I’m tripping on the rocket

Get your bands, get your bands up

Cutie with the vans and she told me she a dancer

Hit it 'till the morning told me she can’t even stand up

She keep tryna call me hoping I can always answer