[Verse 1]

I switch lanes in a delay
Y-M-C-A
Your Money Can't Associate, aye
Look, I don't care if it's your B-day
I do what me say
And me say party everyday, aye
Flip it over
Back page bitch, I'm a deal closer
First class chick went to Villanova
So much ass, ass spilling over
What?
What did he say?
If he ain't Z-A to the motherfuckin' C-K
Then I don't listen
Get the fuck up outta my face
Pack your bags
And don't forget your suitcase
Explosive
Beast Coast shit
A cunning villain
But, been feeling like the dopest
Like a quarter bag of Anna Nicole Smith
I ain't dealing
It's depending who you roll with

[Verse 2]

I Drive the 5-seater, by the meter
I make a track
Run it back, then delete it
I lead the pack, I'm a leader
I'm getting fast
Run the track till my feet hurt, ugh
All these people watching for me
Almost thinking we can start an army
Game crashing like a kamikaze
Wash you down like an auto-body
I can't fit in two verses
I'mma need more hearses
Killing rappers, I murder
Best you never heard of
Smart like Minerva
Fly like a bird
The beat sick, I'm allergic
Drop it down for the kid
Expensive taste, don't pass me the mid
Don't ask where I live
It's Young Zack, North Cack
Aleady told ya, ya dig?

[Verse 3] Marco Luka
Already told you, ya dig
I got deep coat pockets
Why you hate on the kid
In my air force walking to the door of her crib
Whole gang making waves
Never off of the grid
Like I’m tripping on the rocket
Get your bands, get your bands up
Cutie with the vans and she told me she a dancer
Hit it 'till the morning told me she can’t even stand up
She keep tryna call me hoping I can always answer