(That's not how you do it, Xavi)
O-overspeed, you gon' crash and burn (Yeah, woah)
At a wrong lane, made a U-turn (Yeah, woah)
Was called guilty, got it overturned (Yeah)
They gon' hit a spike when I put serve (Woah)
Ro-ro-rockin' the fit, you see the swag on the jeans (On the jeans)
Ro-rockin' the fit, you see the swag on the jeans (On the jeans)
P-passport check, see my new bitch, she Lebanese (Lebanese)
P-p-p-passport check, see my new bitch, she Lebanese (Lebanese)
All black Wraith, it's a symbiote venom
Got my bitch Pandora, and myself some denims
Move so weird, yeah, we gon' cut 'em
Disappear, this bitch like a phantom
New sound come from V2
Gas up, rebel altitude
Start a war, it's a blood feud
Ass shake, she got attitude
Start a break, make a interlude
Plate so empty, bitch, where's the food?
Drive in paint, I put the deuce
Cookin' up, I don't need no stu'
Yeah, yeah
Young Iti don't fuck with the rules
Crash out, 'cause the cutta'll do ya
Headshot, aim for the medulla
Put you on, I could cross you up real quick, watch how Jesus do ya
Dive in it, Young Iti on scuba
Up all night, like a goddamn rooster
Yeah, I'm out here buildin' a roster
Feel like a rasta,
Smokin' on ganja,
Born in Atlanta,
I meant Atlannuh, pourin' a 4 in a brand-new Fanta
Bullets got lil' bro dancin' like he in DDN
I'll— pew pew—at him
I double-dog dare you,
Lil' ass bitches to catch me lackin'
(Hollup)
Put up a visual through that iPhone
Taught 'em well, call me Mike Malone
Raise your voice, bitch, watch your tone
Juice in cup, shit, styrofoam
O-overspeed, you gon' crash and burn (Nine on that shit, yeah, woah)
At a wrong lane, made a U-turn (Yeah, woah)
Was called guilty, got it overturned (Yeah, woah)
They gon' hit a spike when I put serve (Woah)