[Intro: Premo Rice]
Huh
Yeah
Ahem

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
God damn it, it's a miracle (It's a fuckin' miracle, man)
Blessing all these hoes, this shit is spiritual (This shit is spiritual)
I can't do no dirty bitch, scratch off the serial (Scratch off that shit, man)
Plus I'm dripped in all this gold, I feel imperial (I feel imperial)
I'm feeling marvelous, I just copped a new drop today (Uh-huh)
Plus I got them bangers, make it rock away (Make it rock away)
Bitch, I do my thing, I'm outchea living good (I'm living good, bitch)
Made a half a million in my fuckin' hood (In my hood, huh?)
Slidin', doin' a hundred down the interstate (Down the interstate)
Outchea checkin' traps, tryna penetrate (Tryna penetrate)
Dollars changing colors like it's Dennis Rod
I ain't tryna hear that talkin', bitch, just do your job (Do your job, bitch)

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
I'm outchea movin' skirts like I whip thе work (Move, move, move)
I'm outchеa checkin' spots like the block is hot (Uh, move, move)
I'm outchea movin' skirts like I whip the work, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah (Move, move, move)
I'm outchea checkin' spots like the block is hot, uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah, yeah (Move, move)

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)
I'ma make it hot
Pull an Amex out on a bitch, that'll make her thot
Big fat n***a walkin' 'round with a baby Glock
Kill a n***a, then go rap about it, bitch, free Kay Flock (Boom, boom, boom, boom, free Kay Flock)
On God, it's Pack and Premo (Yeah)
Y'all n***as' lyrics whack as fuck, but y'all beats cold
Bitch head so fuckin' sloppy, but she neat tho (Oh)
Get a brick of fent', you wanna win, that's the cheat code (Yello)
I'm givin' n***as free game, you better jot it down
Bada-beans hit him, throw a barbeque out of town
N***as wouldn't throw Packman the ball when I was out of bounds
Stayed down five years straight, bitch, I got it now
N***a, I never had to hate to win
My ex had a baby by a opp, now I hate the kid
I rap but I sell dope on the side, can't let inflation win
BFB Da Packman aka Mr. Break a Brick
[Chorus: Premo Rice]
I'm outchea movin' skirts like I whip the work (Move, move, move)
I'm outchea checkin' spots like the block is hot (Uh, move, move)
I'm outchea movin' skirts like I whip the work, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah (Move, move, move)
I'm outchea checkin' spots like the block is hot, uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah, yeah (Move, move)

[Verse 3: Premo Rice]
These n***as outchea perpin', they some sorry lil' n***as (They some sorry lil' n***as)
Got diamonds but I never seen a car with these n***as (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Watch these bitches run all over them, they scarrin' these n***as (Huh?)
Don't make me pull them strings, I play guitar with you n***as (I play guitar with you n***as)
Runnin' laps around the sun, I'm hella far from these n***as (Damn)
It's Mr. Rice the GOAT, Kareem Jabbar on these n***as (Kareem Jabbar on these n***as)
Dirty dancin' with the gang, I'm playing cards for these n***as (Right)
They outchea scraping change, I set the bar for these n***as, huh

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
I'm outchea movin' skirts like I whip the work (Move, move, move)
I'm outchea checkin' spots like the block is hot (Uh, move, move)
I'm outchea movin' skirts like I whip the work, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah (Move, move, move)
I'm outchea checkin' spots like the block is hot, uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah, yeah (Move, move)