[Part 1]
What's the word, what's the word
I been on point, kept my herb to the curb
We just went to workin', told them that we quit
So, now I'm trying to get it for a herb selling herb
I'm the worst like syrup on the shirt
Told her how I feel, I ain't sure about the words
It ain't go so well, I ain't sure what the verdict is
But I don't think that I be splurgin' to her anymore

[Part 2]
They tried to burglar the flow
Went to high school, I ain't learn nothing, no
Teachers on my back like the burgundy gold on the football jerseys
I ain't worried 'bout it though
'Cause I'm— 'cause I'm certainly dope
Swerving 'round town hitting curbs in the road
Said she can't pull up, she got church in the morn'
I'm a smooth operator with the surgical flow, on some—

[Part 3]
On some slick shit
She gon' send them n***s, she don't ask me for no dick pics
But if she did, I ain't tripping, I'ma send it
Pick her up at nine, take her out like an appendix
I got a couple brothers with me trying to get rich
And we 'bout to blow, know you probably heard the tick-tick
On the beat I'm doing kick flips
She ain't got the Rollie but you know she got the Fitbit
[Part 4]
And she keepin' track of them steps
I was out the gym but we back doing reps
Ain't no dumbbells but I'm still going dumb
On these damn bells and these motherfucking drums
I'm a spy kid, you's a motherfucking thumb
And I'm in the Ville like a young Denny Crum
Getting to the bread and we taking every crumb
Getting to the bread and I'm— and I'm feeling like him

[Part 5]
And I'm feeling like Kim, Possible
Thirty-five and she fine, I'm adoptable
I got young chicks tryna make the condom full
But I know they only want me for the conjugal
I can't do it, but you can make your back St. Louis
Go and arch that, show it to a youngin like Car Fax
We gon' be some legends it ain't far fetched
Key to the city and it came with a TARC pass