Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Jetson made another one, haha
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Ooh, I'm that man
I can't trip 'cause it's way off-brand
I have plans for the playoffs, damn
City used to hate, but I made y'all fans
Aw man, I hit 'em both way, ain't y'all friends?
She know how to cook and take off pants
Flow relaxed, but I ain't on Xan
I'm T'd up like Jake Austin
If you got an issue, then say somethin'
Used to do shows, I ain't make nothin'
Now I got bread, but I ain't content
Y'all so street, nah, I ain't convinced
That's just somethin' that you came up with
I just want someone to lay up with
I call her babe, but she know I can't marry her
Ciroc cranberry, my shit classic, Tom & Jerry
Lot of commentary, shit seem cool, but it's gotten scary
Fuck the game up, I'm poppin' cherries
At the mall, they stop and staring
I got birds, but they not canary

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Hop in a Jag' or a 'Cat, I'm goin' crazy, or I get lazy
Cranberry Burberry shirt, put my pants grape
N***a play with S-L-I-M-E, get sprayed
Race to the K, got a chop, woo, woo
Seal on the paints, on the wraps, woo, woo
Pounds in the bookbag like I'm goin' to school
Got sticks in the jean, got spreads on the shoes
Ooh, get wavy, ooh, biscotti blunt
Ooh, I face it, I'm comin' with cadence
Yeah, Slime Pope
Yeah, yeah, Keed talk to 'em