What's up, hip-hop? This is your guy, DJ OG ONE, the mixtape maestro Coming straight out of Portland And this is the official Say Wynne mixtape It's about to go down, y'all, and guess what? All you have to do is Say Wynne Just Say Wynne Look Am I too old to play my music this loud? I'm in line at Powell's, telling the tourists, "Get out." Short shorts on, I'm getting dirty looks from old ladies Dirtier looks from the fellas, I see why the ladies hatin' Come on, Barbara, I only got so much time with a tight ass But I'm a B cup, these tits are built to last I gotta let the nipples poke, it's part of the outfit Got the kind of drip God made the Portland clouds with This sun is never out, her son is never out That's why I let 'em wife this Little red rhyming good, treat the dick like a mic check Spit on it, warm it up before a showtime They're mad 'cause I'm raunchy and still got the Ghostface cosign Gore-Tex, Arc'teryx, I'm looking up at the Douglas firs Tree sap on my fingertips like Mrs. Butterworth's I make the security guard stutter first from the nerves Then I walk past 'em, you gotta pay the cover first I catch you at the bar, but you don't see me with the bars We can swing tee for tee, but you won't quite make the par, I know it's hard Sixteen years in the game, should get a license for my stage name And I'm still sharp but in Club Shay Shay, I'm shading with the put-back Blackout like I stood fast, working on my lats to get my man something to look at Bought him a pizza, shoals off of good raps Then I might let him put something in me, he be a good dad Baby, I want ya, I want ya to butter me up Baby, I want ya, I want ya to pull the cameras out I'm looking in Cybertruck windows like, "Who's driving this?" The harder you tint, the harder I'm squinting my irises Riding down Burnside to get LeBron or Palmer's Hungover from girls' night, we were faded like barbers Rio Lane, Carver, Trailblazer, Clyde Drexler, Bill Walton Money in rotation, I got bills waltzing They can't wait for my shit to drop, Phil Collins They don't mind the wait, they're still copping My man told me, "Make it pop" now he sounds like the label 50-year-olds DM-ing me for foot pics, jail Some rappers still upset, I wouldn't give 'em tail That chip on your shoulder is looking a little stale Baby, I want ya, I want ya to butter me up Baby, I want ya, I want ya to pull the cameras out Baby, I want ya, I want ya to butter me up Baby, I want ya, I want ya to pull the cameras out DJ OG ONE, we're building champions in the Rose City And Wynne is here to set the record straight All y'all have to do is Say Wynne Y'all ready? Let's go