Music: Anthony Mathison/Dennis Nettles/Dylan Salo/Lucio Comin/Rav Melling
[Intro: Scuare, Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Badadababa (badadababa, badadababa)
Yuh, yeah
Brrah
**** you talkin' 'bout
[Verse 1: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
**** you talkin' 'bout
In the spot sauced out
I'm hittin' block, backspace
Miss me with the sad face
I'm on my open locker
I could rock it from the back, wait
What you say don't have weight
I need another pack, wait, wait, wait-
I think I'm Slim Thug
Gamecube to pimp us
I'm just tryna kick it with you
I don't want my dick sucke
I swear I never miss
Japanese all on my kicks, I'm a big fan
I swear they'll try to push you to the dirt like a kickstand
Tryna be me, sellin' out all of my CDs
Yeah, yeah
Y'all don't see me, all this money won't complete me
Yeah, yeah
Still I count it, build a home inside the mountain
Yeah, yeah
Been about it, in these hundreds I keep drowning
Yeah, yeah
Vision clouded, there ain't shit to do about it, what
In my ways, push on through and move around it, what
I can imagine, yet somehow I really doubt it, what
I can imagine, yet somehow I really doubt it, yuh
[Chorus: Rav]
Hold up, hold up, yo, what is this?
We ain't hit the quota, don't stop, we ain't finished, ay
We about to toke up more blunts, break this shit, and man
That's why we 'bout to blow up
Know what? Y'all don't get it
Get on with it
(It's about time)
EXO, sway
EXO, sway
EXO, sway
EXO, EXO
EXO, sway
EXO, sway
EXO, sway
Sway, sway
[Verse 2: Airospace]
I ain't really said nothing
All my niggas get to buzzin'
[?] like we cousins
[?] like we
Let me get all your lovin'
Shorty high, young [?] upon just to touch him
Shorty high like it
Get in my volcano
Snatch my soul, you Kano
I popped the drain, I Drano, we up to nothing
She ate [?] with mayo
I flipped that ass like [?]
Then turned and tapped the table
That answers something
We been bumping honey, [?] my cubby, funny
Always claim you making but you never getting money
Should just break me 'cause I'm stuntin'
They sell gravy so we grubby, grabby
Niggas stating, using, bruising, cruising [?]
Seltzer, tsuki
Moody, tragedy
Backseat, juicy
Tune in, some action
Moody, moving
Moving, lastly
Roll up for the movie flashes
[Chorus: Rav]
Hold up, hold up, yo, what is this?
We ain't hit the quota, don't stop, we ain't finished, ay
We about to toke up more blunts, break this shit, and man
That's why we 'bout to blow up
Know what? Y'all don't get it
Get on with it
(It's about time)
EXO, sway
EXO, sway
EXO, sway
EXO, EXO
EXO, sway
EXO, sway
EXO, sway
Sway, sway
[Verse 3: Scuare]
Look, you follow past instructions like it's cosign
Y'all believe too much and that's just pro-sign
I've been watching road signs
I'll be off in no time, meet me by the exit
We can chase lights till we grow blind, we blow by
I've been feeling fine, feeling great, yeah, yeah
Look, turning on a dime any day, yeah, yeah
Everything different, everything changes
Everyday life get in the way, yeah, yeah
What more can I say?
What the **** just happened? Yahh, yea
Why we playing smash the jars?
Melee on the regular, haahh
Melee on the regular
I don't wanna fight no more, yah
Need a better pack on four, yah, yah
Look, never had a national tour, yah, yah
No, but I've been on the road before
So let me kick it with you here right now
So let me kick it with you, yah
(Let me kick it with you)
So let me kick it with you here right now
(So let me kick it with you)
So let me kick it with you
(So let me kick it with you)
Oh my god