[Intro]
(BandPl—)
(Let the BandPlay)
Let's go
Big Frozone
Let's go
Grim Reaper Gang
Snatch your soul, can't get your soul back
Let's go, woah (Woah)

[Chorus]
Woah
I walk around with this drum like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon)
Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (Won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (Off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, fucking different Dominicans (Dominicans)
He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (Middleman)
Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (Like Peter Pan)
N***as hate me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (Biggest fan)

[Verse]
Woah, I'm poppin', I'm feeling like I'm the man (I'm the man), bitches see me and forget about oxygen, uh
Drive the straight eight like a rocket ship (Pew, pew), heavyweight champion, check how my pockets built, uh (Woah)
I ain't finish school, fuck a scholarship (No), dissing the gang, that's that shit got your partner killed, woah (Woah)
I fell in love with the vacuum seal, I had the scale 'fore I had me a record deal, woah (On God)
Dumped the whole clip, that's a overkill, young n***as with me strapped up like the Navy SEALs, woah
These n***as not who they say they is (No, no), you ain't in the field, you just been in a fire drill, woah
I feel the hate in the atmosphere, I drop a bag, get a bitch n***a out of here, woah (Gone)
I ain't with that internet beef, you can have it
Make my young n***as pull up, get to blasting (Pew, pew)
I'll rock the show with my Glock, I ain't lacking
Perc' and the Addys, I'm feeling fantastic (Woah)
Designer fabrics, Supreme on my jacket (Supreme)
This rap shit too easy, this ain't nothing but practice (Yeah)
I'm in my bag, I'm just sitting back, relaxing (Woah)
Can't show no love on no bags, yeah, I'm taxing (Nope)
These n***as snitching, they telling what happened (Woah)
I don't want no smoke, man, you n***as can have it
N***as be capping, no whacks and be bragging (Woah)
Racks in my pocket, my pants looking baggy (Woah)
Christian Dior on Moncler got me tacky (Woah)
Rich n***a dripping in high class fashion (Woah)
[Bridge]
Let's go
Woah (Let's go)
Woah, woah, let's go (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Woah
I walk around with this drum like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon)
Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (Won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (Off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, fucking different Dominicans (Dominicans)
He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (Middleman)
Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (Like Peter Pan)
N***as hate me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (Biggest fan)