[Intro]
Bow, bow bow bow
Like, like, what the fuck (Gra)
Like, that's the dog in me
Like, like, Mr. Cool with that
Like, grr, bow

[Verse]
I'm screaming free my big bros because you know, we're gonna pull up a big hole
We have to pull up in big lows, but we're really gonna say it's the cake close (Gra, gra)
I'm screaming fill my big bros, let's go
That bitch is a freak
Oh, let's get me through my big bros
Free moe
Bitch, I know that bitch is a freak, though
I know that bitch get me deep, though
Back of the V, get me deep, though, gra, gra
Oh, she wanna play with the G-code I tell my bro, let it be, though
I tell my bro, let it be, though
Fuck it, she gon' see what it do
Bitch, I'ma seclude that shit in the field, wait
Oh, they say, get in chill, it's my line of pressure, you know I get real
Matter of the weather, like it's summer 24, bitch, I'ma show it, get real
Only 21, bitch
Oh, the news, I drop it, get gangsta, real
I get me chill off the tempo
Oh, bitch, I'ma give him my memo
Memo, okay, O2, day one, bro tryna give him a segment (Uh huh)
I know lovin' this shit is my blessing
Why do my daughter, lil' n***a, I'm checkin' like gra
Verify, lil' n***a, see what they want
Bro tryin' to tell me I'm stentin' like gra
I'm screamin' for all my big bros, cause you know we gon' pull up in big pose
Where I can drop with them big lows
If you say we gon' see what's the case goes gra, gra
I'm screamin' for all my big bros
All of my young n***as get those
And she's sayin', yo, bro, what's it doin' though?
I'm Mr. Cool, that G, like
It's Hennessy, I'm with the team, like
Big money, lil' bitch
Big lil' sack when I walk through they jeans, like
Like I'm Freddie, lil' bitch, like
Ain't tryna see what it seems, like
What's a die right now, one time backstab to that bitch Lil' Creamy
I like the way she gon' see it, like
Or she know I'm a demon, like
Matter of fact, I'm a surfer or a god
Bitch, I'm a birth of this shit for no reason
I'm for lovin' this shit, let's go
Hold on too hard when they say let's go, like I scream and what?
I scream and feel with my big lil' bros, like
Hold on, let's go
I'm Mr. Truth, that G on that road, like gra
When they sayin' let's go
Roll up the gas, we gon' see what they smoke
Yo, bro, where the lil' gas at?
I put all of my arms in the backpack
Damn, knew I knew
New opp new bitch, we knocking n***as open like its snack bags
[Outro]
Gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra
What? What the fuck?
Ah n***a, like, like