[Intro: Gwen Dickey]
Oh, baby
No, no, no, no

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Perfect)
Get back gang
Boy, you better move when I switch that lane
Prayin' to the Perc' like, "Take my pain"
Bet I do his ass dirty if he come my way
Ayy, I paid the ref'
I ain't cookin', n***a, I paid the chef
Independent, but I'm still top-shelf
Move to L.A., but I'm still myself
You nothin' like this

[Verse]
I unload and reload like lightning (Uh)
[?]
Don't wan' freeload my life, then [?]
How the fuck you [?] this nicely? (Ayy)
Chopper sound "Dun-dun, dun, dun-a"
I'm on the chopper and I got a gunner
Tryna be cool, turn that boy to a runner
I got some shit that can wait for the summer
Don't want the back, just thе neck of a bitch
She call me thе Pope, I be blessin' the bitch
These n***as is corny, you restin' a bitch
I shoot at ya chest 'til your [?] (Ayy)
Feeling like Dracula
Tell my main bitch her pussy immaculate
If somebody come close, then I'm scrappin' 'em
All that money, don't think that I'm happy yet
Big blunt'll make you choke, clothesline
You ain't gettin' no post, calm down
I be feeling like the best of all time
I'd prolly feel better if y'all dyin'
And you know that I'm hella particular
We shoot movies and then call it cinema
Prolly make me a stack by the end of this
Keep on Tweetin', I shake down the Internet
[Chorus]
Ayy (Perfect)
Get back gang
Boy, you better move when I switch that lane
Prayin' to the Perc' like, "Take my pain"
Bet I do his ass dirty if he come my way
Ayy, I paid the ref'
I ain't cookin', n***a, I paid the chef
Independent, but I'm still top-shelf
Move to L.A., but I'm still myself
Ayy, ayy
Get back gang
Boy, you better move when I switch that lane
Prayin' to the Perc' like, "Take my pain"
Bet I do his ass dirty if he come my way
Ayy, I paid the ref'
I ain't cookin', n***a, I paid the chef
Independent, but I'm still top-shelf
Move to L.A., but I'm still myself
You nothin' like this

[Outro: Gwen Dickey]
Boy, boy, boy
Oh boy
Boy, boy
No, no, no, no
Boy, oh boy
Boy, oh boy, bo-b-bo—
Boy, boy, boy