Hello, what's up slim?
Nothing much cooling
Hold, Im boutta make this song though, I'll be right back
Talk to you later, alright? Alright
Yeah, ain't no one messin' with me
We on your block like it's Sesame Street
Driving Durangos, it's fast and discreet
Oh y'all listen to music? Well listen to me
Say slow down, oh, go slow ?
Yeah, just like that
I feel like an eagle, it done took a while to feel like that
Say walk around with sticks, just like my side job is a lumberjack
Everybody get to talkin', all you youngins can have fun with that
I'm rappin', huh, I swear I'm takin' the throne
And I'm pickin' you off like I'm using a napkin
I'm bout' action, most of these people is actin
Bout' to get split like fractions, yeah
Purple jeans and Ksubi tags
It don't even matter what time it is now
Because, baby, I been in my bag
Mama done said I'ma make it
I can't even fake it, it's hard not to brag
Hop in the foreign, I'm Skirting it off
And I'm probably gon' leave in the Jag, like, uh, wait
Kanii? Nah, this is H.O.D
Everybody ain't messin' with me
Somehow my dog starts hissin' at me
Yeah, she moved on, but the problem is
Now she know it don't get better than me
She wanna FaceTime, I said, baby
You runnin' my cellular fee say, what
Yes, I am a Montague, but I can't be your Romeo
That ain't my destiny, especially
Cause all y'all come and go
Swear the recipe to happiness
Includes a lot of dough
That's why, essentially, it's best for me
To run it up some more, for real
Money and steady relaxin', I can't be sittin' relaxing, huh huh
Yeezy's on my feet now, I'm tryna duck all the traction
I'm feelin' just like Top now
I got my seatbelt fastened
Money, I'm gettin' it stackin
Granny, I'm makin' it happen
I don't got time for the chattin
I'm tryna see what's crackin
Baby, I'm takin' the throne
I better not catch you lackin
You wanna feature, I just might get the text
I'm bout' action
Most of these people is actin
Bout' to get split like fractions, yeah
Purple jeans and Ksubi tags
It don't even matter what time it is now
Because, baby, I ain't been in my bag
Momma done said I'ma make it
I can't even fake it, it's hard not to brag
Hop in the foreign, I'm Skirting it off
And I'm probably gon' leave in a Jag, like, uh, wait
Kanii? Nah, this is H.O.D
Everybody ain't mess with a G
Somehow my dog starts hissin' at me
Yeah, she moved on, but the problem is
Now she know it don't get better than me
She wanna FaceTime, I say, baby, you runnin' my cellular fee say, what
H.O.D., what he sayin'