[Intro]
Reportin' to you live
From Atlanta, Georgia
Yeah, ahaha
All the way from Tampa, Florida
Let's go
From the 813 to the 678
813 to the 678 (Yeah)
Shout out 352 too, haha (Come on)
Let's go, baby! (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse]
It's the W to the A (What?)
Double up the F to the L to the E
You don't gotta take a guess (Waffle!)
Then a J to the A to the X, marks the spot of a legend (Hah!)
Hold up, let me run it back a second (Yeah, ooh!)
It's the W to the A (What?)
Gotta double up the F (Ayy!)
To the L-E-J, letter A, fuck a X (Bah, bah!)
Not the letter though, that's how I'ma end this ho (Woo!)
Man, fuck explaining myself, how I answer questions, ho (Ah, haha)
Chaos bring that energy like static off yo' TV, yo' PC (Ooh)
You peewees like to sign yo' life away just to be see-seen on a big screen (Uh, yeah)
My only objective is owning everything for me and my team (Yeah, yeah)
I got this far being me (Let's go)
No, I can't pump-fake and act like I was raised in the street (Woo!)
'Cause only streets I'm ever steppin's with the ball at my feet
A Florida boy, hot as the weather, long socks in my cleats
Number 10, [?] flacko down in 813, whats up?
[Bridge]
[?] (Hahahaha)
[Chorus]
'Bout my Tampa Bucs (Hah!)
Chaos coming up (Ooh)
Wafflejax been on a mission (Yeah)
Six years, run it up (Yeah, yeah)
Independent and authentic with the words I'm writing up (Let's go)
From the heart is what I speak (Ooh)
If you bark then you a bum (Bah!)
There's a difference between confidence and ego, one of one (Woo!)
Got this wisdom from my brother, shit, he could've been my son (Let's go!)
Hope you listen to these words (Ooh)
Going hard for everyone including you, lil' bro (Yeah, yeah)
Bring the ruckus to they door (Yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
So they can never take your soul (Ooh, yeah)
Only conquer what is yours! (Yeah, yeah!)
[Verse 2]
I got this shit right (Ooh)
Step to a state of evolution, breaking barriers
Step through (Step through), the floor just like [?] family
Haunted house in Colombia (Ooh)
Where my father's side the family will bless you (Bah, bah!)
It's really so simple
You gotta just listen a little (Hah)
A pig make you oink
Now you popped like a pimple
Nowadays I evade this question with the shit that I been through (Yeah)
Peace of mind fall off the map, around this bitch with my pistol (Bah, bah!)
Mama raised in the ghetto, came out off intellect (That's true)
Papa in the streets of Colombia, you hear the smellin'
Bro got in they element, developin' theyselves through they environment (What, what?)
And on the fifth of April God sent down his purest writer on his fighter
Finish off my verse on fire, joint in hell under the lighter, haha! (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
All about my Tampa Bucs, uh (Uh!)
Chaos coming up (Yeah!)
Wafflejax been on a mission
Six years, run it up (Let's go!)
Independent and authentic with the words I'm writing up (Ah!)
From the heart is how I speak (Yeah)
If you bark then you a bum (Alright!)
There's a difference between confidence and ego, one of one
Got this wisdom from my brother, shit, he could've been my son
Hope you listen to these words
Going hard for everyone including you, lil' bro (Let's go)
Bring the ruckus to they door, boy (Brrah, yeah!)
[Outro]
Haha, yeah (Florida boy shit)
Uh, let's go, baby (Let's go)
Chaos, uh, it's the movement (From the-, from the field, the field!)
Uh, yeah, we fallin' up, uh
We fallin' up, let's go (From the 352, Spring Hill)
Fallin' up, uh
We fallin' up, uh-uh
Fallin' up, all about my Tampa Bucs, baby let's go (Thats true)
813 to 352
Woo-hoo! (Aye!)
Let's go, yeah-yeah
