[Intro]
(Twentywrld)
What
Yeah, what

[Verse]
All white tracksuit 'cause I'm kickin' it (Kickin' it)
I know that's fake Wock', it ain't thick in it (Taah)
N***a, that's 'Tuss, n***a, we ain't drinkin' it (Yeah)
He tried to serve me that, then I'm blickin' him (Huh)
These n***as my JR, Timmy Hardaway (Timmy Hardaway)
He say he a street n***a, pull his card away (His card)
5.56 goin' through your doorway (They are)
I might just cop a crib out in Norway (In Norway)
Feel like a Native, I'm smokin' Ganja (Taah)
I'm dodgin' the plug, n***a, no charger (Yeah)
All of these guns, I'm livin' larger (Huh)
I'm not an American, like Roger (Pew, pew)
I feel like Jay-Z, Sean Carter (Carter)
Servin' online, fuck a brick and mortar (Brick and mortar)
Take yo' shit, n***a, like a hoarder (Yeah)
I might just snakе you, like you Rich Porter (Huh)
AR-15 do evеrything I do (I do)
These bitches be weird, like Erykah Badu (Erykah Badu)
I don't need to talk, come see what this fire do (This Pistol)
These n***as do everything me and Kai do (Bah, bah)
I put the pack in the Goyard (Goyard)
You wanna blow up? Let's make you a star (A star)
We the reason why his hood on the charts (Yeah)
These n***as be fakin', like performing arts (Taah)
Hey, yeah, walk down with that stick, make him drop his shit (What, pew, pew, pew)
I keep a cannon, like Nick, Nick, Nick (Huh)