[Verse 1]
Bitches all over my section
Flexing in front of my exes
Keep the hub in my direction
Got the club at full attention
(I'm feeling like I'm high as heaven)
(Shining like its my intention)
[?] exit
(If you ain't part of my section)
Flicking the wrist I'm so extra
I'm cooking like we up in Texas
Bitches all up in my pants, damn
I think this bitch just want a baby
(I think this bitch just want a baby)
(I think these bitches want a baby)
Top floor where the paper club
Feeling like we out in Vegas
Empty case seventeen way
Me and my n***as on a pj
All yall n***as on a knee thirst
All yall n***as know is free ways
I ain't with the fucking he say
I ain't with the fucking she saying
Got my J 5 preme's on
Now these bitches getting free cake
[Chorus]
Hit you right out of the blue(x4)
Just take a look at my shoes
Hit you right out of the blue(x3)

[Verse 2]
Gemini album is ready
All of my shooters is heavy
That n***a dropping a medly
So all yall producers can get it
Keep the money [?]
Keep it coming on a steady
I got bitches in a seven
Coz they fucking with a legend
You take a look at the aesthetics
Take a look at the aesthetics
Everything high level
Coz we smoking on a medic
Yeah we ball John Terry
Your career look scary
You know the game gon remain the same
[?]

[Chorus]
Hit you right out of the blue(x4)
Just take a look at my shoes
Hit you right out of the blue(x3)
[Verse 3]
Running a track I'm athletic
All of your tracks are pathetic
Louis Vuitton on the luggage
Just so yall haters can beg it
(I'm in the club with your gerly)
(And it's straight to the telly)
(Private Ace like a savage)
(Coz me and my n***as acting careless)
Don't ever think for a second
That this ain't a race like a pageant
I gotta live like champion
Los Angeles [?]

[Chorus]
Hit you right out of the blue(x4)
Just take a look at my shoes
Hit you right out of the blue(x3)