Intro:
(JT on the track again)
Aye mane say, you know some shit I figured out folk?
Misery really do love company my n***a
Cause I real life just be stayin’ to myself and coolin’ shit
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
And like, n***as, be tryna invade my space and shit my n***a like
Mane say, why you can’t just cool it over there my n***a?
Like let me stay in my zone, you feel me?
Aye but mane say, I’m finna gon’ and kill this shit though
Aye, yeah
Say let that bit, go like this, yeah

Chorus:
Aye, I was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
And she want me to entertain, mane, but I can’t waste my time
And you must think I’m Gi-I-Joe, bitch
And you know you a hoe, bitch
And I know one thing, and I know you fuckin’ know bitch
Mane why do you think that you know me?
Yeah, my n***a you don’t know me
And mane I find it funny how you tryna show me
Yeah, my n***a you can’t show me

Verse 1:
Aye, aye
Step one, step two
N***a, you can’t show me shit
Mane I’ma pull up with the stick
Then I’ma blow that bitch and hit
My n***a you must think I”m talkin’ ‘bout a Glock?
With that .4 .5
But I got this bazooka bitch and you know I’ma show mine
And I’m about to go and hit that bitch, about four times
I know that n***a tried to snitch on me
You know bro lyin’
And she be wantin’ me to give attention, I pay no mind
I’m elemental like I’m avatar, I like bromine
I’m fuckin’ two bitches, at the same time, I like both minds
I fucked her once, and then I fucked her twice, I hit it both times
I’m drivin’ mad fast, up on the road cause I got road rage
I’m independent every fuckin’ day cause that’s my domain
My people used to tell me mess with a girl that’s my own age
My n***a I’m already in the book
So make yo’ own page
I got a fuckin’ message on my phone, what my phone say?
I’m a solo dolo n***a bitch, know I got my own say, yeah
Chorus:
Yeah, I was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
And she want me to entertain, mane, but I can’t waste my time
And you must think I’m Gi-I-Joe, bitch
And you know you a hoe, bitch
And I know one thing, and I know you fuckin’ know bitch
Mane why do you think that you know me?
Yeah, my n***a you don’t know me
And mane I find it funny how you tryna show me
Yeah, my n***a you can’t show me

Verse 2:
Aye, aye
Step three, step four
Mane, she finna throw some mo’
And I don’t even fuckin’ know why you on the floor
Mane, what you tryna show?
And I’m gon’ hit that bitch so good you know her pussy finna blow
Say mane I hope it don’t explode
Aye, that lil’ bitch so freaky mane I grabbed her by her throat
I hit her ass for twenty minutes then I had to fuckin’ go
I’m fuckin’ drivin’ in my whip my n***a, had to hit the store
I bought myself a fuckin’ gatorade and yes that bit was cold
And mane I took a fuckin’ nap while I was sleep, now I’m awoke
And then the bitch gon’ try to leave me
But she can’t because she roped
And you know I’m just fuckin’ freestylin’
Won’t stop cause I’ma go
And you know I’ma keep on goin’ my n***a because I’ma blow
And say mane, you know when I’m rappin’ n***a, I just fuckin’ flow
And then a n***a get to dancin’ bitch and I just hit the whoa
Aye say mane don’t you fuckin’ do shit bitch
You reapin’ what you sew
And then you know we fuckin’ laughin’ and we joce n***a, lets go
Chorus:
Yeah, I was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
And she want me to entertain, mane, but I can’t waste my time
And you must think I’m Gi-I-Joe, bitch
And you know you a hoe, bitch
And I know one thing, and I know you fuckin’ know bitch
Mane why do you think that you know me?
Yeah, my n***a you don’t know me
And mane I find it funny how you tryna show me
Yeah, my n***a you can’t show me
Yeah

Outro:
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)