Uh, turn, what goes around comes around Aye, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah Goes around comes around What goes, alright, like like Life goes in cycles Everything that comes around goes around 'Fore it goes down, get you some ice Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around So 'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles Audemars before all of y'alls Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh 12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh E.T. on the handles, uh Handlebars like a Xanax Shammgod with the AND1 moves Throw that shit 'round your neck Right quick, broke boys get fixed Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips Uh, that's a full cab and a backflip Uh, sidebar Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it Raf movin' slow like a creep Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin' And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else? Yeah I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else? Yeah Nobody I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin', got- Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slo-mo (slo-mo) Maybe the four wheel excitin' us more I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s (dip below 70, dip below 70) How can I be burr around L.A. coast? (L.A. coast) The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast (givin' a) The first wedding that I've been in my 20s Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone Me and my baby can't do on our own I landed a trick, got my impossibles I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose 24 hours like they never close I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles) I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod Savage, I'm bikin', yeah From Coldwater to the Shaw Alcoholic way I handle the bars This a PK, PK Ripper Nah, you can't fuck with the boy That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em My tire smokin' when I stop Okay, nobody fuckin' with me My accolades hang from my neck Pedal, I drown in the heat My sapphires drown in my sweat White mags, but I jet Jackson, I'm savin' the streets I'm Roger Rabbit in the air I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah I rose my rate, brand-new brakes Why I name it Slater? Ask my date I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin' Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike

Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D (Star Trak) Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who push a ton Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums Mama done made her one, um, a witty son With no respect for women, so show me your titties hun (what?) You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin' OK, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun Venues are like pussy with me, "Should he come?" I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese New 'Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees Fuck critics ("How's your dick?") Shit, how's your knees? Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee I came up with "Rella", ain't touch a bag of weed Shit was doper than Whitney Houston's needs Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ay Getting T.U., O.F., indeed We was missing Sweatshirt, like "Where's the hooded sleeve?" Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs Guess I win, checks started cashing in I stop rapping and start asking where my fucking passion is Probably where that faggot went (who?) Tyler talking father problems Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to "Cowboy", ay! Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay! AUS was awes', I enjoyed, boy Y'all niggas played as a tot's toy Have a good day as I annoy, oi Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs Shit (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs Canons with panorama views My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas Or crackers in Alabama G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF I opened up a store so I don't stress But nigga, I (what?) mosh in gardens Jazz punk shit, playing chords Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons And I keep shartin' Hoodies with rectangles and different colors Niggers think I started kindergarten My bitch is on my handle bars I, just, wanna, ride, my bike Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My bitch is on my handle bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars Hair blowing in the wind My bitch is on my handle bars I, just, wanna, ride, my bike Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My bitch is on my handle bars (handle bars) Hair blowing in the wind (ooohh) Her freckles look like candy bars (shit) My cool summer never ends (cool) My bitch is on my handle bars Yeah (bars, bars) Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater Oh my God, seriously? Mister cool guy, haha You're talking to a fucking bike, loser Hehe, oh fuck

Ayo Let's take it back to them days Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah's floor Carpet was my baby mama 80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured Rent-A-Center calling everyday Nobody home, they're knocking on the door Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt!) In toys I only dreamed that I could afford Now I roll through Okaga I ride to California (yeah) These frog oval goggles I'm leanin' out the window OJ shinin' on me (oh, ooh) Simp sun shinin' on me (ayy, yeah) Slick circles float roll out this world (yeah, yeah) Run it, run it, run it, run it I rock, I roll, I bloom, I grow (I glow) I rock, I roll (what you say?) I bloom, I glow (I glow) I rock, I roll (let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I glow) I rock, I roll (one more time), I bloom, I grow (let's go) Ain't nobody fucking with T, but that just may be my ego But don't be too cool, you might freeze Because niggas get stuck in the cold (man, look at this ice) Shit weighs a ton, water your garden my nigga (stunt on these niggas) Tell these black kids they could be who they are Dye your hair blue, shit, I'll do it too Look, I smell like Chanel I never mall grip with my manicured nails I coconut oil the skin I keep the top low 'cause the follicles thinnin' But other than that, man, it feels like I'm winning (I'm winnin' nigga) Went from statistic to millionaire CNN doubted 'cause my skin is dark Then they forget when I get in my car These frog oval goggles I'm leaning out the window OJ shining on me Simp-sun shining on me Slick circles float, roll out this world (yeah, yeah) Run it, run it, run it, yeah I glow (I glow) I rock, I roll (what you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow) I rock, I roll (let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I grow) I rock, I roll (one more time), I bloom, I- (Let's go) Flower boy T, nigga that's me Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree Took a little while, nigga making leaves Keep it in my branches, family can eat Favorite color green, energy is strong Giving niggas life, birdie and the bees Dropping them seeds, not what you want You don't know what I keep in the trunk Ah, shit Ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh Run it, run it, run it, run it Run it Run it Run it

This shit, this shit, this shit, it's like Velveeta You see what I'm sayin'? It's, it's, it's overload, overload, overload Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) I'm too rich to be sober I done fucked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah) I ain't holdin' out, I'm the coldest (Ain't holdin' back) I ain't holdin' back, I'm devoted (Ain't holdin' back) You can be the wave, I'm the ocean (You be the wave) I done ran away with the bands (Yeah) I done fucked the face of a fan (I fucked her face) I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away) Got the whole world takin' Xans (The world) Ben Franky out the gang gang, turnt up to the max (The max) My lil' goon made a million dollars, now she ain't gettin' whacked My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs My chain must be on drugs, I'm lookin' like I'm on drugs My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs My pinky finger on drugs, I'm flooded out on drugs Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) Blast off in a toy (Uh huh) Whip the soft 'til it's hard (Uh huh) Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh) My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-Huh) All my white bitches like it (Uh-Huh) Sendin' a tip where to strike it (Uh-Huh)

You gon' let the world know and let her know You know what I'm sayin'? Let them know how you feel (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Yeah, you know that I'm about it Don't even gotta talk about it You know I'm not just anybody So don't even try to play shy with me Yeah, sometimes you gotta let a female know You not just a regular dude, not the average It's hard to compare to this shit Really out of the ordinary, you know what I'm sayin'? Chance of a lifetime, you feel me? You a one of one, girl Yeah, you're all that (yeah) Me and you alone, picture all that Let's take a chance on each other, don't wanna hold back (nah) But if you do just (oh, woah) let me know so I know how to move (ayy, what?) Cartier'd your wrist and I VV'd your neck King of R&B, but I got D-boy tats (slatt) Bought the Maybach truck off one of these VEVO checks (uh-huh) And if they ever tell you different, don't believe the news Yeah, you know that I'm about it Don't even gotta talk about it You know I'm not just anybody So don't even try to play shy with me Yeah, you know that I'm about it I don't even gotta talk about it You know I'm not just anybody So don't even try to play shy with me You a one of one, girl Yeah, you all that Picture me and you alone, that's picture-perfect Took a chance on each other, don't want you to hold back But if you do, then let me know so I know how to move Platinum VVS, emerald cuts on your wrist Real trap nigga, gettin' popstar checks Cop the double-R off one of these Billboard checks If they tell you anything different, don't believe the news Girl, you know that I'm about it We ain't gotta talk about it You know I'm not just anybody So don't even try to play shy with me Yeah, you know that I'm about it I don't even gotta talk about it You know I'm not just anybody So don't even try to play shy with me Yeah, you know that I'm about it I don't even gotta talk about it You know I'm not just anybody So don't even try to play shy with me Cartier'd your wrist and I VV'd your neck King of R&B, but I got D-boy tats (slatt) Bought the Maybach truck off one of these VEVO checks (uh-huh) And if they ever tell you different, don't believe the news (nice, yeah)