[Chorus: Dylan Reese]
I can tell I got 'em nervous
Watch me work, you might learn some
Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder
Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of
I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous

[Verse 1: Dylan Reese]
Flip it if I wanna, I might hit the switch, uh
I just count my commas, do my days like this, uh
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Remember when I didn't have a hundred bucks?
Watch your mouth when you speak my name, uh
I'm tryna cop a house, not a Jesus chain
We are not the same, flex up
But I stay calm, I know who next up
They call that boy vanilla, dude is smooth as leather
Cruise straight through the pressure
And I can tell I got 'em nervous
Words don't mind me while I shut shit down so high-key
My 16 is pricey, please don't email me if you not swiping
Prove it every time I press record
I did too much to be ignored, but
Just keep running up the score

[Chorus: Dylan Reese]
I can tell I got 'em nervous
Watch me work, you might learn some
Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder
Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of
I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em
[Verse 2: Zak Downtown]
First, switch up, then you stack up (Stack up)
Big bucks, lil homie back up
I've been too hot (Too hot) for too long (Too long)
Two girls, I can't choose one, no
Lately, I've been on the road, perky take a toll (Yeah)
Drinking from the bottle, might not make it home (Yeah)
Out here on the road, this the life we chose (Yeah)
Money isn't everything, but fuck it, I look nice in gold (I do)
Hold up (Hold up), this ain't luck (Luck)
I work hard (Hard), hard as fuck (Fuck)
I can tell you nervous, I could never be uncomfortable
Music-money good, but I still get it by the double, bruh

[Chorus: Dylan Reese]
I can tell I got 'em nervous
Watch me work, you might learn some
Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder
Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of
I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous

[Verse 3: Nate Good]
You either nervous or jealous and I know a hell of a therapist for you to call
Your girl embarrassed and then she just called me to chew on her nails and to stare at the wall
I don't like problems, but that's problematic when they see you happy and fresh off of a win
Breaking my back, I was writing the raps—tell me, where was you at? I was dropping the pen
If you rock with me since DatPiff, we like fam
Pull up in an all-black whip, the smell like contraband
Baby girl, go check your man, ooh
Tell me what's the issue
Those pants, they do you justice
But that drama doesn't fit you, yeah
Lil bitch, you could really catch this dick
Daddy gon' make you wish
Daddy don't take no shit
Give you the crown like your namin' is Vic
Fact that you're nervous as cute as it get
Slide in this bitch like it's Tokyo Drift
You know the name, it's the business I get
[Chorus: Dylan Reese]
I can tell I got 'em nervous
Watch me work, you might learn some
Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder
Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of
I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous