[Intro: Ralan Styles]
-Is that Jake and Jared?
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Ralan Styles]
I'm blowin' up, they think I'm dancin' with the devil
All my n***as follow bread, it ain't no Hansel, ain't no Gretel
Shawty wear a lot of makeup, 'cause she know she ain't that special
And they thought we was Metallica, 'cause we pulled up with metal
Okay, put some diamonds in the bezel
Got the pedal to the metal, on my way to get some medals
I was born to make my mark and I can feel it in my vessel
Put a red dot on a n***a, I just gave his ass some freckle

[Verse 1: Ralan Styles]
I just put the gamе in the headlock
So much motion over hеre, they know I'm red hot
Homie trappin' off the Motorola, 'cause the feds watch
Ain't gotta argue with you, rather let that lead talk
Even if these n***as hate me, I'ma make guap
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-ching man, I can't stop
Ain't no BTS, I'm 'bout to make that cake pop
I'm not tryna party with you, ain't no days off
Watch your attitude before I take your face off
I'm in the field, I got no Klees and I don't play soft
Heard your label don't fuck with you, bro, you gon' get laid off
Takin' off just like a rocket, R.I.P to Takeoff
[Chorus: Ralan Styles]
I'm blowin' up, they think I'm dancin' with the devil
All my n***as follow bread, it ain't no Hansel, ain't no Gretel
Shawty wear a lot of makeup, 'cause she know she ain't that special
And they thought we was Metallica, 'cause we pulled up with metal
Okay, put some diamonds in the bezel
Got the pedal to the metal, on my way to get some medals
I was born to make my mark and I can feel it in my vessel
Put a red dot on a n***a, I just gave his ass some freckle

[Verse 2: Lil Goat]
Like Bella Thorne, I'm 'bout to shake it off
I had to cut some homies off, 'cause they was fake as fuck
They was sleepin' on the kid, I'm 'bout to wake 'em up
Baby, it's my birthday, you gon' let me eat the cake or what?
Okay, a hunnid bands when I hit the scene
I can't kiss you shorty, you gon' need some Listerine
All I know is get them O's like I'm at Krispy Kreme
Shawty eat me in the morning like some Jimmy Dean
Okay, she be active in the night, I think she not ternal
I got the fire right on my lap, I let my Glock burn you
Got some heat behind the scope, but no, it's not thermal
And it's 'bout to pop corns like it got kernels

[Chorus: Ralan Styles]
I'm blowin' up, they think I'm dancin' with the devil
All my n***as follow bread, it ain't no Hansel, ain't no Gretel
Shawty wear a lot of makeup, 'cause she know she ain't that special
And they thought we was Metallica, 'cause we pulled up with metal
Okay, put some diamonds in the bezel
Got the pedal to the metal, on my way to get some medals
I was born to make my mark and I can feel it in my vessel
Put a red dot on a n***a, I just gave his ass some freckle
[Outro: Ralan Styles]
Okay
Okay
Hit after hit after hit