[Intro: D-Styles & Sonnyjim]
"And then make a dollar (Yuh)"
"And then make a dollar (Yuh)"
Uh
[Verse 1: Sonnyjim]
I don't text back (Nah), I'm out the country like a X-pack
You can fuck about and get whacked (Huh)
I'm smokin' on some extract
On the way to get a Benz waxed
Uh, bread in a knot, like a French platter
We don't like police, we never told the feds facts
I got a colourful past, I see these red flags (Mm)
Blud, you couldn't fool a bull with a red rag (Dick)
Ah, I know they say that the grass is greener
That was just a tight space, this is Cabin Fever
You and your man is fallin' out, alopecia (Uh)
Me and mine be good for time, look up man's dеmeanor (Look at this)
Really though, eyе to eye
It's a optical illusion, that's by the by
I got it underneath the seat on the driver side (Zoom, zoom)
Ten man on dizzle, playin' five-a-side (Huh)
Whatever they said, I can double that (Ching)
I got it on me right now in this duffle bag
Ask about me, lumberjack
Bun and gas while I'm thumbin' through the Condé Nast
Ah
[Chorus: D-Styles]
"That's word"
"I kick the full-fledged facts"
"That's word"
"Son, know the time, I rip mines and all of that"
"That's word"
"I kick the full-fledged facts"
"That's word"
"Son, know the time, I rip mines and all of that"
[Verse 2: CRIMEAPPLE]
Careful what you wish for, split a wishbone, I wish you would (Woah)
Heavy thing, tell me, did you do everything that you think you would? (Did you?)
I might be dancin' in Colombia, just livin' while the gettings good (Toma)
I might be with a duck gettin' hyphy out in Cricklewood (Toma)
Posture like I'm goated, vodka and the pasta, now I'm bloated
Maracas with muchachos by the ocean (Woah)
But it's nada though, you noticed, those is just a couple week days (A couple)
The beat plays, and me, I just hear somethin' I can cremate (Wuh)
You need faith, play Jesus close like Mary
Before chips was earned, I let the fish burn like Larry (Tss)
New whip like dairy (Okay), new chick like RiRi (Okay)
New slips on the weenie, new wrist like TV (Okay)
Colourful, wonderful, bitch, like I'm in love with you (Oh really?)
With chickenheads, I'm cuddle-proof, like, "Don't you got somethin' to do?"
Numerical nuptials, I counted like Dracula
Magic, tryna make an Aston Martin out the Acura (Voila)
My fam had D around the same time as Pamela (Woah)
So logically, they had sticks the same time as Tommy Lee (Woah)
That inborned a lot of me, but now I'm pretty clean economically (Brrt)
Truthfully, my bitch hit the lottery (Bing)
[Chorus: D-Styles]
"That's word"
"I kick the full-fledged facts"
"That's word"
"Son, know the time, I rip mines and all of that"
"That's word"
"I kick the full-fledged facts"
"That's word"
"Son, know the time, I rip mines and all of that"
[Outro: Tommy Lee]
Yo, what's up, biatches?
It's your boy T Lee
Yeah, that one, Tommy Lee
Shoutout to Sonnyjim, CRIMEAPPLE
And Lee motherfuckin' Scott, yeah
Yeah
