[Verse 1: All Hail Y.T.]
Yeah
Look, uh
Watching the globe spin on my fingertip, this is it
Upgraded Desert Eagles, I equipped 'em with a switch
Rocking diamond Cartis, Detroit cousin put me on
Like my Texas family, ridin' big swingers dipped in chrome
Brought a load to Delaware, Ps ran me for a bill
Sold em out for thirteen, then we diversified the pills
What a thrill, Jesus hopped out, I grabbed the wheel
Blunt between my lips, pole in hand, tryna hold it still
I'm the Hemi rider, thick bitch exciter, Mo' sipper
Toss a gold digger, dig in her purse, I'm a cold n***a (Brr)
With four figures as a juvenile, stickin' shit
Had me moving foul, lustin' Swiss movements on the dial
Had my first handheld scale before the age of twelve
You was playing Pee Wee, I was out making sales, n***a
Ran the streets from 4-1 to the L
Pack landed, time to notify my clientele

[Chorus: All Hail Y.T.]
I'm 112 on the scale times four
DJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
DJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
Pack it up, sell it tr-tr-triple price
I'm 28 times 36 Os
DJ scratches
Had my first handheld scale before the age of twelve
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Demon child from the pits of the gravel (Blocks)
Streamin' like the Nile river with them blicks when I travel (Hell Block)
Caught up in the Devil's lasso, shit is a hassle (Where we at with it?)
Ain't no beating around the bush, he a snitch if he tattle (Br-r-r)
Left 'em stiff as a statue, man these n***as is fragile (Let's get it)
When you really in the field, it ain't no fences to straddle (At all)
N***as playing both sides of the middle (Haha)
While I'm somewhere ducked off the coastline (Ay)
Pulled it off in no time (Ay)
Came up off the slow grind (Uh-huh)
Now 4th and long, I'ma go for it - even if I'm on my own goal line
Bricks dingy white like a t-shirt on a clothesline
Tripped over a town, fucked around and found a goldmine
2-2-7 Concreatures, assemble like Voltron (Ay)
Youngin' got a stainless bussdown, I got the gold kind
Touched down with a gift and the whole nine
Just to put new bodies on my gun (Grr-r-rt), never dwellin' on them old times

[Chorus: All Hail Y.T.]
I'm 112 on the scale times four
DJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
DJ scratches
I'm 112 on the scale times four
Pack it up, sell it tr-triple price
I'm 28 times 36 Os
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma go for it
[Outro: DJ Scratches]