New York City, you listen up!
If you can hear me right now, I need you to get in your car
Get delinquent and go steal cash from a cash register for no reason!
This world is your world as of right now (uh)
JVB, sucka!
Feel like I'm liberated
Call my mama up-up and tell her I made it
You can call it tough love, but you only hate it
This for all the pretty girls I went and dated
I've been going so fast throughout my life
Tryna hit that gas and push the pipe
I'm tryna slow it down before I lose the light
Is this the only way I can do it right?
Steamed on the mic, I turn into a savage
I'm a fucking blue eyes white dragon
I got a girl locked down, and I trust her
You rappers ain't got a clue, Colonel Mustard
It's Hula Gang, you bitches lame
I got a lot of RAM, we run the game, don't let the fame
Yeah, this for all the kids who wanna be something
Yeah, go and make some shit that means something
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, push the pipe, pu-push the pipe
Bought a Beamer off the showroom floor
Cash check, fifty K out the door
I'm rocking Polo jammies, motherfucking Grammy
She got a demon head logo on her panties
Watch your mouth, karma's a real bitch
Conor payments got your credit in a ditch
Hula Gang boys, we run the whole room
Green hoodie, gold chain, call me Dr. Doom
My swag is important to me
Oh, so Filipino, I eat Jollibee
I'm not a nurse, but I got my degree
I got the M2, but I want an M3
Whoa, we push the pipe, we catching flights
Catching the flights, we sell out nights, multiple nights
I'm on a roll, I gotta go
Don't keep me going, 'cause I'm really 'bout to blow
This world, your world
This world is your world
This world, your world
As, as, as, as, as of right now
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, push the pipe, pu-push the pipe
Yeah, don't go messing with the recipe
Yeah, kept my heart, you were just a mini-me
Uh, hit the dance floor and get your icky
Yeah, top speed, like it's a necessity, uh
Life's moving so fast, I can't focus
Been seeing double like I'm fucking mitosis
Closest person to me, you can't smoke this
Flow's been ill since the GOATs made Otis
Know this, I would never whip a Ford Focus
I need a turbo Lotus
I need a Rolls-Royce Cullie, sitting on dubbies
Whip game sick like I'm stuck in 2020, yo
I'd rather be homeless than chromeless
You got no backbone, you boneless
My paint job sweet like candy
Jolly Rancher blue Beamer, baby, I'm fancy
Fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy
Fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy
Push the pipe, pu-push the pipe