[Intro]
(Fre$co, that's cold)
[Verse 1: Mike Sherm]
I UPS the track, I'm coming with the best delivery
I don't like clubs but made a dub, that's a victory
N***as hella broke, they wanna play but they got injuries
Pull up whip tinted like, "Who is it?" That's a mystery
Give a lil' sauce but I can never show the recipe
Time for security 'cause these bitches, they be pressing me
Police search, only time a n***a checking me
N***a, I be turnt but I ain't never did no ecstasy
Pull up, gеt the check, I ain't staying for the еxtra shit
Found a fucking dub in my stack, that's embarrassing
I'm American but fuck with some terrorists
Always quick to spaz on a bitch, I need a therapist
What you n***as talking 'bout? I ain't hearing it
N***a told for no reason, he is terrible
Hammer with me everywhere, n***a, portable
Bougie ass n***a, tell a bitch I'm not affordable
Keep this shit lit, n***a, I'ma hold it down
Them n***as over there, they some nerds, they some clowns
I'm a champion, I ain't throwing in the towel
Keep my chin up, n***as gotta knock me down
Ayy, n***as gotta make it count
Ten toes on the ground, bitch, you better make me proud
Throw him out the game if a n***a pull a foul
We giving stayaways, now he can't come around
[Interlude: Young Slo-Be]
Oh, that's how [?] ([?] shit)
Let's turn the fuck up, [?] (Ayy, [?] shit)
[?] (Ayy, I think she on shit)
[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Man, this chop hit high notes, it's a street knocker
Put you on the scorch just like beatboxing
Oowee, ah, this a mean clocker
Bitch making videos on OnlyFans, she a TikToker
Ayy, ayy, shout out bro, need a 304 (304)
Bitch, you know the small spot, that's just is Figueroa
Ayy, ayy, like what these n***as on? (What they on, n***a?)
All this water on my neck, you know I got a pole
Bitch, and I'll really use it (Use it)
You'll get slimed out thinking this shit music
Walked in the bitch room and told her hand me that
So many shots from this ball and he can't handle that
On the rebound, told my teammate to handle that
Don't try to shake my hand, your gang be the opps now
Leave [?] family sad 'cause they not proud
Oowee, ah, another man down
[Outro: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy, bitch, and I'll really use it (Really use it)
You'll get slimed out thinking this shit music
Walked in the bitch room and told her hand me that (Need them bands)
So many shots from this ball and he can't handle that
On the rebound, told my teammate to handle that
Don't try to shake my hand, your gang be the opps now ([?], n***a)
Leave [?] family sad 'cause they not proud
Oowee, ah, another man down