[Intro]
You said you were gonna call

[Chorus]
I got that blick when I walk in the club, I got that blick and I shoot it
I'm on that X, I'm on that Perc', 'cause you can, like, see that shit out of my movement
I got that gun, pop-pop that boy up, 'cause I, like, need me a [?]
Wock' in my cup and I sip on no Tris, and I ain't sippin' shit out a bottle
I'm gonna pour that boy up when I share, then I pull that boy up a Balenci', he a model
I got a [?], I got me a RPG at your dome, head, boy, he gon' motherfucking waddle
I'm in a race, high-speed, go so, like, fast, I cannot fuck with no throttle