[Intro: Joey Cool & Kato]
K-K-Kato on the track, bitch
Baby hold up
Hold the fuck up mane

[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Hold up, hold up
Which one of y'all finna roll up?
If this bitch ain't finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up
Hold up, hold up
Which one of y'all finna pour up?
Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up

[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
Act like I ain't been here, act like I ain't got peers
Act like I ain't been pro now, goin' on 'bout nine years
Act like they ain't been toasted, raise up a glass, say cheers
Ask Mama Coolie, she'll tell ya, Joey ain't got no fear
Trav said I ain't gotta out-rap, thought for a sec "Yeah I'm 'bout that"
Bar after bar, bar is amazed, shit don't sell, it's a mousetrap
I ain't even been up out the house yet
I ain't even get up off the couch yet
My girl in here naked
I ain't finna make it to the soundcheck
Ask B. Hood 'bout Joe Cool
Ask Marley Young 'bout Joe Cool
[?] 'bout Joe Cool
Back when I was living in the goat, fool
Last summer I was at Noble
Malibu coast, they know you?
Bitch don't know what I go through
Duck down, n***a, don't pause through
Ask California 'bout Joe Cool
Ask Atlanta 'bout Joe Cool
Ask Arizona 'bout Joe Cool
Ask Montana 'bout Joe Cool
Which one of y'all finna roll up?
Which one of y'all finna pour up?
Back, back, homie, you don't know us
Strange gang, bitch, where we go up, up, up
[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Hold up, hold up
Which one of y'all finna roll up?
If this bitch ain't finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up
Hold up, hold up
Which one of y'all finna pour up?
Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up

[Verse 2: Joey Cool]
Act like y'all ain't heard Out There
Act like y'all ain't heard Opus
Act like we ain't really out here
Act like I ain't been focused
Act like we ain't got clout here
Like we ain't ahead of you jokers
Act like we ain't been around here
'Bout damn time y'all done woke up
Act like I ain't been hard, n***a
Act like I don't spit bars, n***a
Act like I ain't tour Planet
Yeah, gotta mingle with the stars, n***a
Pull up in an all-black car n***a
Jetpack all on that dark, n***a
Act like y'all ain't heard this n***a
Act like y'all ain't heard this n***a
[Verse 3: Landxn Fyre]
Acting like I ain't 13
But I'm murdering chess after, mother sure thing
On the verge of verging to burst 'cause I be searching
For a way to keep the gig goin' off but it ain't working
Lurking, learning, observing and then emerging
Giving 'em more of what they be deserving
First things first, I ain't going out 'til anybody heard about the kid
That be switching this shit up like it is Kyrie Irving
Eating a beat and proceeding to feed an abomination
Sneaking and creeping and leave 'em in pieces
Like Jesus, you see this? He feasting and beasting
And everyone who in his way believe it, we've seen it
He's been an oddity, anomaly, a prodigy
He's stopping the monstrosity called mumble-ology
Apologies, I'm tired of all the comedies who wanna be's
So I say-

[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Hold up, hold up
Which one of y'all finna roll up?
If this bitch ain't finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up
Hold up, hold up
Which one of y'all finna pour up?
Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up
Hold up, hold up
Which one of y'all finna roll up?
If this bitch ain't finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up
Hold up, hold up
Which one of y'all finna pour up?
Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up