[Intro: iayze]
Ayy (Bitch), bitch, I'm Groovy
(One and only)
He ain't no Blood, he ain't this, he ain't that, he ain't a Mac, too (He ain't a Mac too)
Sayin' this and that, bitch, it's gon' get you clapped too
I be like, uh, bitch, uh

[Chorus: iayze]
I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (N***a)
Oh, we on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
N***a shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac
He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big MAC, bitch, this ain't no fast food (Bitch)
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (N***a)

[Verse 1: iayze]
That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school? (Ayy)
I used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool (Bitch)
I be like "Fuck the wannabes", they be likе, "Iayze a fool"
It ain't shit to get her on hеr knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool (Ayy)
Ayy, who is he? (Who is he?)
I like green tip, 5.56, my ARPs (N***a, ayy)
I like pouring Tris, fuckin' hoes, and throwing C's (Bitch, ayy)
She love D'usse, shaking ass, and love smoking my weed (Bitch, ayy)
I use to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single, ain't have no weed
The i8 I'm in, ain't came wit' no keys (Okay, mm-yoom)
She want me save a bitch, I ain't Christopher Reeves (Bitch, I ain't no Superman)
Say she a slut, then she get slut, I get my nut, and then I leave
[Chorus: iayze]
I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (N***a)
Oh, we on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
N***a shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac
He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big MAC, bitch, this ain't no fast food (Huh, okay)
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (N***a, bitch)

[Verse 2: SpottemGottem]
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I done fucked the bowl up (Damn), that bitch told me, "Hol' up" (Hold up)
Too fast, I might throw up
I been in the fast lane (Fast lane), I been rolling Doja (Doja)
These n***as fruit cakes (Cakes), n***as, they big sojas
Don't push me to the edge 'cause I'm gettin' closer (Gettin' closer)
And you actin' like that 'cause your heart on your shoulder (Heart out on your shoulder)
I'm dripping in Chanel today, that's the motive
I might go drip Louis V for the culture (No bap)
I done poured a four in my two-liter soda-soda (Soda)
Jump out, put the blicks to ya' shit (Bap), fuck ya' over
Reload the mag, hop out do 'em bad, then it's over (Over)
That street sweeper big, bitch, it's a bulldozer
[Chorus: iayze]
I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (N***a)
Oh, we on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
N***a shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac
He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big MAC, bitch, this ain't no fast food (Bitch)
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (N***a)