[Chorus: Torey D'Shaun]
This that part of the day
Where you go berserk (Yeah)
We go crazy, better pray that you don't get hurt
This ain't a drift, flip the switch, we on red alert (Yeah)
I got a handful of dessert and a sweaty shirt (Look at my shot, at my shot)
Look at me let loose
Look at my dance moves
Look at the sole of my shoes
Look at the soul of my crew
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'

[Verse 1: Joey Vantes]
Yeah, I just hit a lick (Hit a lick)
Aye, take a bag was my way
Pull up on you and yo' clique, yeah
Then I hit you with that kick (Yeah)
Aye, what you meant for bad
We flip the switch and went legit, yeah (Yeah)
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So I run it like a jock
Like bustin' through yo' line
And posterize you like I'm 'Bron
Big feelings on type of wave
Listen close
Devil, not today
Trigger happy
Tried to test me 'cause I mean it
I pull up on you with that beamin'
Now your bleedin'
You talk a lot again, now everybody seen it
And tables turn, stock is up and wearin' FIG, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Torey D'Shaun]
This that part of the day
Where you go berserk (Yeah)
We go crazy, better pray that you don't get hurt
This ain't a drift, flip the switch, we on red alert (Yeah)
I got a handful of dessert, and a sweaty shirt (Look at my shot, at my shot)
Look at me let loose
Look at my dance moves
Look at the sole of my shoes
Look at the soul of my crew
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'

[Verse 2: Torey D'Shaun]
They shook applicants, since we pulled up to the college
I pulled up in all white, you can see the phone in my pocket
Boopie, since you Christian, go ahead and spit that knowledge
Free Yo Mind just came out, you should go and cop it
Uh, yeah, woke up to people who don't like me
None of my business and my coffee, make it light, please
My life a promo
Me, God, I'm solo dolo
Been sittin' on the ice like froYo
Now I'm 'bout to show my bread like mojo dojo, oh
Time for the heat session, everybody put the fan down
If you wanna shoot a shot, aim for the PayPal
Hand down, man down
Still listen enough to hate and then tell 'em they a fan now, huh
Welcome to the family
You know ain't no plan B
It's cool if you struggle with yo' walk, we got a lot of Bambi's
[Chorus: Torey D'Shaun]
This that part of the day
Where you go berserk (Yeah)
We go crazy, better pray that you don't get hurt
This ain't a drift, flip the switch, we on red alert (Yeah)
I got a handful of dessert, and a sweaty shirt (Look at my shot, at my shot)
Look at me let loose
Look at my dance moves
Look at the sole of my shoes
Look at the soul of my crew
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'
I know they see me wylin'