[Intro:]
(30 On The Beat)
(Dash)

[Verse 1: Yung Dash]
You either with me, best believe I'm the best
It's a symptom if you're bobbing your head
I'm in the foreign switching lanes, balling Hall of Fame
I'm high, don't mean a plane, smoking Mary Jane

From T-dot, all we is swish
You similar to Shaq, all you know is brick
I'm from the six, six, six, I ain't talking devilish
City sweet like licorice, and let's head back to the crib

From the North, we gotta lotta views
Called your girl last night, she showed up on cue
She knows what to do, she headed to my room
I left lot's of hints, I ain't talkin' Blue Clues

Bring it back, press rewind
I don't have lotta time
All I do is fucking grind
Motto is grind to shine

30, called me up to slide
This gonna go worldwide
Ya'll need some AC
Cause I'm bringing all the heat
[Verse 2: 30 On The Beat]
Cheddar cheese in my pocket
Breaking n***as out they wallet
Shooting eyes, outta sockets
All ya'll n***as tryna copy

All this ice round my neck
I'm counting up all my bread
Bars are going in hard
That you drop down dead

Eyes low off the dro
I be ballin' D-Rose
Flow is fuckin' choppy
Girls give me sloppy toppy

When I'm ballin', I get dubs
We don't give no fucks
In this bitch, till three
And I'm sipping Hennessy

Pull up in that new Porsche
Pija long, extension cord
Whip fast, like a horse
Bitch a leprechaun, yea she's short