[Intro: Sy Ari da Kid]
Yeah
And I got C's on the B, I agree to agree
Yeah

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
Yeah, I ain't the one you can reach, burner be under the seat
I'm with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don't know what she wanna eat
Ayy, no, you can't walk in my shoes, can't put your feet in my sneaks
These n***as not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID
It's America, America, even when it's for free, it's a fee
And you can be all you can be, still don't mean you can be around me
Now I'm out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to Cheetah to eat
They be taking thе flavor, they put out a single that sound like it's fеaturing me
I agree to agree (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
N***as embarrassing, this ain't no "N***as in Paris"
I'm from a hood that's so dark, fuck around and do the silhouette challenge (Yeah)
They tryna get him off-balance, dressing like this with the salad
Hold up, your season high is my minimum average
Grow up, 'fore I turned twenty-one, they were like, "Man, this n***a's a savage," sew it
How can you say that we not the best? So I did shit with Khaled (Hi, daddy)
Yeah, got my daughter just living so lavish, bragging
This remind me of Iverson when he was missing his practice (Uh)
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
Yeah, I ain't the one you can reach, burner be under the seat (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don't know what she wanna eat (On me)
Ayy, no, you can't walk in my shoes, can't put your feet in my sneaks
These n***as not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID
It's America (America), America, even when it's for free, it's a fee
And you can be all you can be, still don't mean you can be around me
And I ride with that fire and I'm out of my mind
And you'll probably go blind if you seen what I see (On God)
I'm the n***a that got all these hoes popping pussy, ho, I think I'm Kilo Ali
I agree to agree (Woo)

[Verse 2: Sy Ari da Kid]
When was I in a drought?
I hit from behind, then I'm out, ouch
My mortgage too high to be spending a night at your house (Yeah)
Why would you lie? Who could vouch? (Ayy)
I might just go to your office computer 'cause I feel like signing you out (Ayy)
I just might DM your BM and end up in her lil' vagina and mouth (Skrrt)
I ain't these internet n***as, they tripping, they must wanna die for the clout
You know what I was about
Ghetto Black n***a in the burbs
That n***a give his word (Word)
Bad bitches getting curved (Swerve, skrrt)

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid & Young Dro]
Yeah, I ain't the one you can reach, burner be under the seat
I'm with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don't know what she wanna eat
Ayy, no, you can't walk in my shoes, can't put your feet in my sneaks
These n***as not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID
It's America, America, even when it's for free, it's a fee
And you can be all you can be, still don't mean you can be around me
Now I'm out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to Cheetah to eat
They be taking the flavor, they put out a single that sound like it's featuring me
I agree to agree (Look, yeah)
[Verse 3: Young Dro]
Drift, Tokyo, Lamborghini (Yeah)
Maserati Quattropeeny-fineeny (Hold up)
Dro a nut like semen
Riding in a Demon, and my lil' ho look like a genie (Yeah)
Prada, we rocking it
Louis V, open toe, flipping it, flopping it
Dripping and dropping it
Crissing and crossing it
Talking 'bout you fresher than Dro, that is a mission impossible
Birkins, copping 'em daily and croc-ing 'em
Codeine and Fanta go down my esophagus (Uh)
Cut the dope like Baraka (Uh)
White bricks, Andy Milonakis
I'm perping with pressure
The pistol I'm packing, I'm popping
I promise, I purchase a plethora
Pumping it properly, pussy, she popping it, player
Got your bitch hot as a pepper
I'm dining exquisite, no surfing and turfing
Halibut straight out the sea with the urchins
You see your bitch at the spot, then she working
I'm a big cat with dog food in the 'burban
This is America
Fuck with Young Dro from Atlanta, boy, this shit gon' get hysterical
I ain't the one you can reach
Fly as a bird with no motherfucking feet, Dro
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
Yeah, I ain't the one you can reach, burner be under the seat
I'm with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don't know what she wanna eat
Ayy, no, you can't walk in my shoes, can't put your feet in my sneaks
These n***as not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID
It's America, America, even when it's for free, it's a fee
And you can be all you can be, still don't mean you can be around me
Now I'm out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to Cheetah to eat
They be taking the flavor, they put out a single that sound like it's featuring me
I agree to agree