[INTRO]
Mmm, this that little (Royal, g-got damn, damn)
This that early 2000s … that, that nostalgic shit
Ahhh (Shit jumping, jumping)
Let me eat this real quick
Royal Tee

[VERSE]
How many times I gotta snap for y’all to get the perfect picture
I done slid more times than Pedro the pitcher
Never did Red Sox, but that there’s a hitter
On your head like good top, kick socks after dinner
Serve a good headshot, the cover up gone be different
Hex them bitches if they saying any differеnt
I been winning, they seeing me as they mission
If you glow up aftеr me I put you in that position
All this “rappy-rap” chat, but they ain’t marketable
They like old iPhones, they ain’t serviceable
I done schooled you how to do it, check my gram and the tube
Said you smoking on who? Gram of you in the tube
‘Cuz I’m not fuckin with these n***as, they fucking up my aesthetics
I got diamonds on my fingers, you thought I looted a wedding
I might pull up like Eleven, I’m feeling telekinetic
You know everybody rise as soon as a n***a step in

[HOOK]
Which one of my hoes gone ride for me
Got a n***a in the East who gone slide for me
I don’t really keep beef but he down for Tee
Down for tea, you n***as can't sip with me
Which one of my hoes gone ride for me
Got a n***a in the East who gone slide for me
I don’t really keep beef but he down for Tee
Got the thing, so n***a don’t fuck with me yeah
[EXTRO]
Who gone r-r-r-r-ride (Royal, Royal Tee)
Who gone sl-sl-sl-sl-slide (Royal, Royal Tee)
Who gone r-r-r-r-ride (Royal, Royal Tee)
Who gone sl-sl-sl-sl-slide (Royal, Royal Tee)
Yeah, Royal Tee