[Intro: Showjoe]
(Huh, mm-uh)
BNYX

[Chorus: Showjoe]
I rock my own clothes like my old self
Got my own flows and my own glow
You a broke ho that I don't know
Tryna send her home but she won't go (Woo)
She a bad ho in the photo (Woo)
I'ma let her fuck on my bro though (Okay)
N***as popping off a little promo (Okay, okay, okay)
But it's fuck 'em all, I'm Slowjoe

[Post-Chorus: Showjoe]
No hands working on dying (Yeah), Showjoe, he work on stacking up
You rat n***as frontin' and lyin', I'm tryna fly and then fuck all the cash up
My money tall like a titan, know that ho see and then my money heightened up
He came in this bitch uninvited, no, I don't like it, I'm finna light it up

[Verse: yuck & Showjoe]
It took me a couple of months 'til I get [the ounce?]
Look at my net, on God, I'm just covered in gems
I think I want her for real, plus all of her funds (I want her for real, I want her for real)
Run up a new hundred, boy, I did it again
I'm-I'm-I'm on some codeine, that's Hi-Tech, not Wockhardt, I can't feel anything
No, I'm not Doctor Strange, I'm not Batman, I'm a villain, bitch, so I like death
I'm finna take no thot ass home, can't cuff these hoes 'cause I'm in my glow
She want give me slop, giving me top, I like don't got feeling
If it ain't snowing, then I ain't going (No) (On God)
I love a snow-bunny like a crack fiend loves cocaine, I'm not okay
Swear these rap n***as be so lame but I ain't finna say no names
If that ho say she don't know me, you better Google me and my domain
And the way I don't post shit really give off a lot of motion
At the function, this bitch snowing, if it ain't snowing, then I ain't going
I need to jump in, make them old heads roll they eyes, "What's all the commotion?"
Yeah, my money tall, Tim Duncan, watch me ball on n***as with the [?] (Ah)
[Interlude: Showjoe, yuck]
Okay, we gon' walk in the store like, I don't (Woo)
I don't e'en fuck with them, this shit, I'm finna make this shit myself

[Chorus: Showjoe]
I rock my own clothes like my old self
Got my own flows and my own glow
You a broke ho that I don't know
Tryna send her home but she won't go (Woo)
She a bad ho in the photo (Woo)
I'ma let her fuck on my bro though (Okay)
N***as popping off a little promo (Okay, okay, okay)
But it's fuck 'em all, I'm Slowjoe

[Post-Chorus: Showjoe]
No hands working on dying (Yeah), Showjoe, he work on stacking up
You rat n***as frontin' and lyin', I'm tryna fly and then fuck all the cash up
My money tall like a titan, know that ho see and then my money heightened up
He came in this bitch uninvited, no, I don't like it, I'm finna light it up