Yo, yo, yo, yo, back on my shit, bumpin' the whip when the team bout to turn up Yo, back in the coupe on the run with the crew, forget too late, what's up? Yo, yo, y'all don't really wanna start shit, whippin' donuts, parkin' lot shit My team on the offense, gettin' lit up in the mosh pit Yo, let's talk about some real shit, cause I do this for my hometown Spend a weekend in a blue nose, bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm home now Singin' to it like I'm Vance Joy in a Dreamwick, that's a Rolls Royce And a burner phone that's an Android, yo, I ain't really fuckin' with these hands, boy All about my shit, I ain't takin' no time off, yeah Bitch, I'm a dick, takin' my mind off, all of the haters, they talkin' that shit They niggas bumpin' my shit, then they tell me I'm the shit Nor do you, ain't really shit, secure in the bag and we did Fuck cops in the Caucasus, funny guy, but I'm not playin' Gave me top, but that's not payment on a dinner date, and I'm not payin' On her knees, but she not prayin', I need it now cause I'm not patient Yeah, she cute and she not basic, she bad, bad, but she too facin' Fuck that, no thots, I can be stuck in a box I gotta pop, I gotta pick up my stocks Outline her body with chalk, put it to waste Why are you all on my case? Why are you all on my face? Get out my way, I think you made a mistake We just been makin' some waves, chasin' a bank Ay, yo, chasin' a bank What, what, chasin' a bank Ay, yo, chasin' a, chasin' a, chasin' a Ay, chasin' a bank I'ma fly to my island, Uma Thurman ridin' first class Eagle right where it should be, huh? You ain't never gon' hurt that, you ain't never gon' hurt that Bitch, I'm hopin' that you heard that You ain't never gon' hurt that Snatch the money, where the purse at? Bitches ain't fuckin' with that Hit him with a boom-boom-bang in the back of the van What's that? No gown, no cap You know how to fight when you're shoutin' to dad Open the trunk and the skunk in the bag I roll with titans when I'm on attack Yeah, jalap in the back of the whip With a blunt and a bitch in his lap and he takin' a drag Really, man, I'm really with the shits Nine to five, like I'm just tryin' to live Overboard, I'm hoppin' off the ship All these haters get up off my dick Nowadays, man, I'm just tryin' to smoke Sativa in the cut, this shit is dope Railin' Molly up my fuckin' nose Are they with it? Man, I really hope Chasin' a bank Ay, y'all, chasin' a bank One, two, chasin' a bank Ay, y'all, chasin' a, chasin' a, chasin' a Ay, chasin' a bank Just get out of my face, Tonya, with your tiny little teeth Lookin' like Shark Week up in here I'm so sorry Freakin' love Shark Week Damn, Tonya, your breath smells like Subway