[Intro]
A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em, ain't that what the nuns say?
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em, ain't that what the nuns say?
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em, ain't that what the nuns say?
Grey and white fit like a husky on a cold day
Posters in the whip, aye, lil Shannon hit the showcase—

[Verse]
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em, ain't that what the nuns say?
Grey and white fit like a husky on a cold day
Posters in the whip, aye, lil' Shannon hit the showcase
I can't write about my old bitch, exposé
She get juugged about a whole zip, that's a bad day
Electrify like Marv but I'll never be with Bandit
If my wifey come home, the other hoe get banished
Like "what's good?" but I know the goods be damaged
The foreign is a ghost, I pull up and I vanish
Gary Payton in my lungs, that's that glove
Okay, I had to rob you but I did it out of love
Send a couple shots at Zach Braff, we don't do the scrubs
And the clothing causing backlash, that's tough
And my money just alone make a movie, call it Tusk
I'm gone with the wind, Philipp Plein made of gust
The fake gold chain on your neck turn to rust
I get big Ben Wallace guap, then I post up
Told me take a hike in here, uh
Merrells on my feet, uh, look like some hiking gear
Comfy like a grizzly bear
Gabagool, gabapentin, alfredo with all the angel hair
What the fuck is that? Is that an angel, here?
Twist it up like braided hair, Astaroth everywhere