[Verse 1: Dominic Fike]
Late as usual
Got a lot going on and on
About some
Thought I want a whip
I want a bitch in the crib
With the gate on my dick
And a blimp, and not a space on my ship
I got to be C-O-O-L
Don't fuck with myself
Promise you would tell
I kind of brought it to a level
I remember me and Sean would bring the Monte through wherever
Turn the pary to a fuckin' exotic zoo
In about a few minutes, I'ma begin makin' out with you
This even I can do
Piss in yo powdered food
Son of a bitch and I bet you this one prodigal
More impractical
"Why did you shorten Back In Da City?"
I'm goin' back to the city
I'm puttin' Back in my videos
Hookin' Matt up with that
It feel like I'm back in the telly
I'm goin' blackout (blackout)
I'm in the Nap Town (Nap Town)
I'm feelin' good, I feel
I think I'm finna pass out
Late as usual
[Verse 2: Slyte]
Late as usual (2x)

Late as usual
But a n***a had about a hunnid thang to do
You don't know the half, I reboot
And now we 'bout to bust a ear drum with a hunnid gun salute
I don't know, these rappers seem
Threatened of a south florida n***a these days
Promise it won't change
I remember me and Dom
Water whippin' up a wave in the kitchen
You don't listen
It's blessin' I could stay with you n***as
In about a few years, we gon' be laughin' at all this shit
Countin' up all this shit, we ain't need scholarships
Son of a stubborn n***a, I spit when i got to spit
Let's be practical, I ain't been goin' back to the city
Unless I got a few videos
Rollin' up with my n***as
Who smile as big as Arsenio's
Or D.R.A.M. for that matter
This ain't a guest house
This a Backhouse
I'm feelin' good, another blunt
I'm 'bout to pass out
Late as usual (2x)