[Intro: Boldy James]
Where we at?
Yeah
What else?

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
The pop catcher, turn that A1 yola into block letters
Sky-Dweller, all my hoes redbone or they high yella
Lookin' for my gun, it's on the sink, right where I left it
Every promise I was 'posed to keep, my n***a, I kept it
Five-seveN tucked in my Amiris while I'm Pyrexin'
Hi-Techin', stompin' with the killers and the high-steppers
​i7 parked in front the spig', somethin like tethеr
Broke it down in all big, half a brick of Brock Lesnar
Sanford & Son, sellin' junkyard dog to my Aunt Esthеr
Addams Family, I can't sell y'all uncle if it's not Fester
Long live my n***a Mach, gotta still apply pressure
Half a man slash half amazing, I'ma die a legend
Plain-Jane Yachty, got all the watches with the right settings
Kept it traditional, the cakes whiter than a nice wedding
My anniversary edition look good while I'm side bettin'
My wrist like I'm jet skiin', but my neck look like I'm ice sleddin'

[Chorus: Boldy James]
Ground that n***a like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new Ferris wheel around and a bunch of sticks
Pop-Tart a n***a, switchin' teams would be jumpin' ship
Stock market magazine, aftermarket hunnid clip
Clown-ass n***as know we run this bitch
Let 'em know that it's a new pharaoh with the crown from the Oven Mitt
Ground that n***a like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new sheriff in the town and he runnin' shit
[Verse 2: Double Dee]
We shot back out the llama
Sellin' designer drugs, now everything designer
Hook up in thirty minutes, knowing I don't need a timer
Been thinkin' 'bout packin' it up, shootin' to Carolina
Somebody call Rocky, tell him we can share Rihanna
I'm Kobe on that road, these n***as Harold Miner
Been makin' motion pictures ever since The Mericana
A quarter mil' in prose, three keys of hero-juana
Early bird, Big Shirley just spent a pair of Pradas
Thinkin' 'bout a brick of girly every time I hear Madonna
Properly greeted every time I'm seated at the diner
If I ain't on Van Dyke, then I'm prob'ly somewhere on Conner
Can hear my mama now, always need a couple dollars
Legally colorblind, really all I see is commas
Cook it up right in front of you, somethin' like Benihana's
Fuck do that got to do with the price of tea in China?

[Chorus: Boldy James]
Ground that n***a like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new Ferris wheel around and a bunch of sticks
Pop-Tart a n***a, switchin' teams would be jumpin' ship
Stock market magazine, aftermarket hunnid clip
Clown-ass n***as know we run this bitch
Let 'em know that it's a new pharaoh with the crown from the Oven Mitt
Ground that n***a like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new sheriff in the town and he run this shit