Chorus:
Woah, just like that
All the whit girls go crack that back
All the black girls popping that ass fat
Every Latina show me how you like it like that
All the broke boys better take a step back
All the hot boys better throw up all your stacks
Float like a boat when I smoke that pack
And I'll drink another 40 just like it's tap
And it only get's better when I run it right back
Like Woah, just like that
All the whit girls go crack that back
All the black girls popping that ass fat
Every Latina show me how you like it like that
All the broke boys better take a step back
All the hot boys better throw up all your stacks
Float like a boat when I smoke that pack
And I'll drink another 40 just like it's tap

Verse 1:
Wait wait, shake and bake
Ricky Bobby I don't put my hands on the brake
One see, One gear, Charlie Sheen on the base
I'm the king of kings bitch, better call me Triple H
Pop another case, take it right to the face
Muhfuckas thinking they can out shine me?
Victory sticking in my veins like an IV
Drinking all your liquor like I'm sipping on a Hi-C
I'm the only High-C, You tryna get like me
That's funny, I'm the only Icy C I see, yuh
(huh? What?) So it ain't Likely
(Woo!) Do it nicely, take your wifey
She got like me giving her the pipe B
Woah Woah This for the bros
This for the ones that told CALÍ to go
And this one's for the ones that gave CALÍ his flow
And this one's for the hoes who don't have any souls
And this one's for that Hoe, stomped my heart with her sole
And this one's for the rest that the world ain't got' know
Yuh! Take a sip
Looking at my stars and I make a wish
Never gonna give a shit about another bitch
Just the money in my pocket and the 50 on my wrist
Yuh, let's have a toast, we're going coast to coast
And we'll run it right back like
Chorus:
Woah, just like that
All the whit girls go crack that back
All the black girls popping that ass fat
Every Latina show me how you like it like that
All the broke boys better take a step back
All the hot boys better throw up all your stacks
Float like a boat when I smoke that pack (ay)
And I'll drink another 40 just like it's tap

Verse 2:
Oh Shit! Flow so sick
Energy harder to kick than crack, and the pack
Got my head just feeling real light
A Mike and Ike got keep me hype
And night for night I'm sipping Sprite, the seal is tight
And if a pussy ass bitch ever wanna talk shit
Treat him like a counterfeit and make him see the light
Imma fight for what I like
You a bark with no bite
(yea, I know you like that)
Try me, you a light G
Steve Irwin look at me and say crikey (Crikey!)
Better do the right thing like Spike Lee
I'm the very definition of a hype beast yea
Woah woah this for the fam
This for my mom, turned me into a man
For abuela and tia they gave her a hand
And for pops try to give 'em some help when he can
This for the fans they a part of the plan
They get all in a trance when the base it just hits, Run It Back
I just want a piece of the cat
Got a white girl on me like Pat Sajak
I'm the biggest boss without a Maybach
Good kid turned pimp, feeling like K. Dot like DAMN (damn)
Wham! Bitch leave your man
Come chill with me take a flick for the gram
Baby obsessed with me just like a Stan
Talkin bout "CALÍ! Yo I'm your number one fan" (what?)
I just want stacks and to make that ass clap
If you can't vibe with that Imma swipe to the left
Run It Back!
Chorus:
Woah, just like that
All the whit girls go crack that back
All the black girls popping that ass fat
Every Latina show me how you like it like that
All the broke boys better take a step back
All the hot boys better throw up all your stacks
Float like a boat when I smoke that pack (ay)
And I'll drink another 40 just like it's tap
Like Woah!