We gon' stop like Froyo, and gon' drop like Paz, Louis Vuitton
These fashions don't save me, I like Liza, Maneli, Nagata
Don't tell me that douchebag Ma is squarely
My group tag goes bankrupt, to jail, to back up
Now where the *'s my backup?
These fake news don't stack up, just waitin' to crack up
Because of my lack of this * I can't keep track of
But no, I got the knack of
Because we *, we gon' stop like Skittles, and gon' drop cause we *
We gon' stop like Colby, and gon' drop us
We gon' stop like Froyo, and gon' drop cause we *
We gon' stop like Skittles, and gon' drop us
Rock that job
Rock that job
Rock that job

Got the gloves that fit in his mind
I fit, styles come, styles go
Man I don't even know
Is this right, is it wrong?
Is it true, is it song?
Is it black?
Is it white?


Is it too black, too bright?
Is it on, is it off?
Don't stop till I call
Cause we, then we roll
And I don't want control
Because we *, we gon' stop like Skittles, and gon' drop cause we *
We gon' stop like Colby, and gon' drop us *
We gon' stop like Froyo, and gon' drop cause we *
We gon' stop like Froyo, and gon' drop cause we *
We gon' stop like Skittles, and gon' drop us
We gon' stop like Skittles, and gon' drop us
Rock that job