[Verse]
Yeah I'm getting up, self-made pop star
Getting picked up in the back seat of a cop car
What you tryna do? Are you down with me?
OK, let's blow a bag of the thing that you mean, aye (on my way)
On my way to the after party, I'll catch you there
Best believe this ain't a place for a square, I'm heading
Getting rowdy, not to take care, say your prayers in the night
Get it, getting choked up by the thick fro
Geeked out, can't keep a dialogue, focus next in line
I'm a leap frog, you ain't nothing but a hound
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Yeah, where I'm landing, How you feeling, outstanding
No way round this trip, that's why I never slip my grip
If they don't wanna move, let 'em fucking rip
Let 'em fucking dip, let 'em fucking jump ship