[Intro]
Yeah
Gang
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah, nah you ain't made that motherfucker
Pew-pew
Yeah

[Chorus]
Really in the field like the whole damn Madden
Strapped out like I'm Go Go Gadget
Rag3 Kidd shit, he a whole 'nother savage
Cartier on my fit, girl I don't wanna panic
Like, I'm too high on a whole 'nother planet
I'm still eatin', they don't understand it
Ed Hardy drip, had to switch my fashion
And my bitch from Peru so I'm ordering lavish (Ooh, woah)

[Post-Chorus]
Woke up in a brand new mood like, fuck these n***as, yes, sir
In a brand new Vert, shit, let me show you how it works
They wanna put me first, shit, now we in the same world
I just been ballin' whatever you call it, my n***as gon' do it, they with it regardless

[Verse 1]
I'm not a rapper, a singer, guitarist, so speak on my name, I'm a muh'fuckin' artist
All that shits for the fuckin' birds, girl, I'm so OTL don't get me started
All these interviews get on my nerves, I'm a hundred miles in, excuse me pardon
Fuck it, I'll move to New York like I'm Harden
I'm Zombieland steppin' where it gets the darkest
And it's like that, DC The Don MVP, where the lights at?
Hold on, round two, bring the fight back
Fuck your lady, drop her off 'cause I'm like that
Shawty so green, why you wife that?
I'm the type to steal the bitch heart and never write back
Lowkey that bitch so annoyin'
Keep it player, that shit disappointin'
I'm so cold now my shit got pneumonia
My bitch know I'm Daij, so I got paranoia
I'm grippin' my steel in the back of Toyotas
I'm surrounded by woods like we in Minnesota
I hate these hoes with a passion
Single this shit, now I'm switchin' my captions
Fuck the IRS, I ain't payin' my taxes
Better stay away when the gang, gang active
She keep callin' my phone I'm like, "Fuck it, what happened?"
[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rockin' owl skin, mink fur and it's on me
Young n***as ball, like R.I.P. Kobe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't shake hands, I don't need new homies
'Cause Lil' Daij too cool and them young n***as phony, damn

[Chorus]
Really in the field like the whole damn Madden
Strapped out like I'm Go Go Gadget
Rag3 Kidd shit, he a whole 'nother savage
Cartier on my fits, girl, I don't wanna panic
Like, I'm too high on a whole 'nother planet
I'm still eatin', they don't understand it
Ed Hardy drip, had to switch my fashion
And my bitch from Peru so I'm orderin' lavish (Ooh, woah)

[Verse 2]
I just met a bitch in Cincinnati, I was tryna show her livin' lavish
You was slow and I was Stacey Dashin', she was stagnant, I was in the action
Left the ship, like I was not to the captain, girl, I'm sorry, girl, I got distracted
I was high and drunk and got to rappin', I guess I'm a young bull with old habits
I just woke up like Jeff Hardy up in traffic, we got woke up like Miles Morales in the attic
I just did-I just did a motherfuckin' show in Manhattan
Like, she just fucked the bro, it's so tragic
I don't want the pussy she can have it (Yeah, yeah)
If you ballin' you our type, it don't matter
We gon' shut the city and the chatter
Left inside the wraith, I'm Great Gatsby (Yeah, yeah)
And my bitch showin off she a baddie
He don't static, send the addy
Walked in with fully automatics (Yeah, yeah)
Boy, don't try the kid and say I won't blast it
And I just spent a check with my best friend, matchin' Rollies
Sippin' on Hi-Tec, no Faygo, lil' bitch, I ain't Mosey
Green Range, Broly, long way from them stoleys
You say you got a whip that's faster than me, lil' n***a pop out and show me
[Chorus]
Really in the field like the whole damn Madden
Strapped out like I'm Go Go Gadget
Rag3 Kidd shit, he a whole 'nother savage
Cartier on my fit, girl I don't wanna panic
Like, I'm too high on a whole 'nother planet
I'm still eatin', they don't understand it
Ed Hardy drip, had to switch my fashion
And my bitch from Peru so I'm ordering lavish (Ooh, woah)

[Post-Chorus]
Woke up in a brand new mood like, fuck these n***as, yes, sir
In a brand new Vert, shit, let me show you how it works
They wanna put me first, shit, now we in the same world
I just been ballin' whatever you call it, my n***as gon' do it, they with it regardless

[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rockin' owl skin, mink fur and it's on me
Young n***as ball, like R.I.P. Kobe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't shake hands, I don't need new homies
'Cause Lil' Daij too cool and them young n***as phony, damn