Music: Karim Kharbouch/Ye
(You know what it is)
This that unlock (When you hear that)
This the shit that have 'em spazzin' on every block (Hah)
They want me to take 'em back, but I'd rather not
They want me to take 'em back, but I'd rather, ayy (Ye)
Baby girl live a soft life and want it softer
Pussy like a Steph' three, straight water
Baby, what's the Kelly Price? The Kevin Costner
You messin' wit' the real one, not the off-brand
How they still doubtin' me? I could not explain
Ice on my teeth, now my dentist think he Johnny Dang
I just hit a lick on the industry, now they in pain
Y'all gon' see me with a blonde if I'm bein' Frank
Ye, I'ma put the studio inside a Chase Bank
Life's like a movie role, but I ain't Tom Hanks
Tryna go to war with me, I'm bringing all tanks
I don't need your reparations, we too strong, ayy
Fighting while we elevatingβ (Hah), ayy
Ballin' ever since I came in, like LeBron, ayy
Going 'gainst corporations, one on one
This that unlock
This the sh*t that have 'em spazzin' on every block
They want me to take 'em back, but I'd rather not
They want me to take 'em back, but I'd rather, ayy
Yeah, every week a n*gg* shellin' out his shows
The so-called coke king put n*gg* on his toes
Copped the Rolls with the strobes on my folks I suppose
Lots of clothes, she got sniped by the pro, b*tch chose
Got the flows, lots of clothes, private flows, smoke the O's, poke the holes
Now they cookin' pots, put cocaine on the stove
I ain't tryna stretch the coke
I'm just tryna test your faith
Stretch your plate, take your head
My bread and butter, steak and eggs
See
Ayy (Woo), this that unlock
If you my dog, you could walk through any block
She want me to take her back, but I ain't Nelly
She want me to take her back but I'd rather, hah
She woke up, I wasn't there, left the money on the dresser
Montana 'round your girl, know I'm worse than Usher
Feel like Nas and Dre in '02, my phone tapped
Rap game been borin', 'bout to give Ye his phone back
(Look, boy)
Coke Boys, all white
Short days, long nights
Tryna get my neck and wrist deported, talkin' all ice
Corporations in cahoots, but they ain't been gettin' God
Livin' large, 'bout to sell the watches, build a mosque
And we the black Beatles of the black market
Used to be the shooters but now we the target
This that unlock
This the shit that have 'em spazzin' on every block
They want me to take 'em back, but I'd rather not
They want me to take 'em back, but I'd rather, ayy