Ayy (Will, what that is?) (Do you not get the concept?) Huh H-Town, rollin' classics, girls is the baddest Pretty in the face with them supersize asses In the slow lane, let the lames go the fastest The smart move smart while them crash dummies crashin' (Yo) Supersize tires, truck lookin' real Jurassic Get money, flip it five ways, the bread doin' gymnastics I been lit for years, you niggas can't touch the ashes Do the parking lot tragic, ho, I ball, March Madness March Madness, I ball all summer Slab beatin' hard like here comes the drummer Since Birdman, been the number-one stunner Y'all stay in the drama, I stay addin' commas And your ho stay on my line, I ain't lyin', I don't want her I curve her like a pitch, want me pipin' like a plumber Watch and chain stupid, man, I call 'em Dumb and Dumber A hustler for the comma, like Muhammad, I'll rumble It's sunny outside, don't know which ride to ride I let the ladies pick which one I should drive Pull up to the club, everybody look surprised I'm still gettin' money and they been so quiet Ayy, self-made, boss type of a guy I need the whole percentage, man, fuck a slice of the pie Every nigga with me solid, wrong or right, they gon' ride And they steppin' on whoever, better thinkin' twice 'fore you try Huh, think twice 'fore you try Make the wrong move, you'll be livin' in the sky We ain't trippin' on no broads, man, it's pimpin' on this side Young GOAT, Mike Jack, bitch, I'm Thriller in disguise I moonwalk on my haters Until you're gettin' paper, save them opinions for later Shakin' up the dice, throwin' seven, what a fader I made this all from scratch, ain't a nigga done it greater, I know