Grind Mode (feat. DC the DON) - ZO

What? Ayy, this is a Trademark product Trademark! I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch bring that neck to me Krusty Krab shit, bitch I still got the recipe Bitch I feel like Mrs. Puff they ain't testin' me I told Trademark cook a beat with no melody Stay with that heat, are you stupid Penelope? I'm on the road, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece Wait, bitch! Hold up, Red dot-eem (pew-pew) Huh, head shotty (boom!) Pop out Red Bottoms, uh Whole gang silent, ayy Seen him in the beam got him (bow!) This 40 gon' run in his wallet, ayy Said he pulling up, highly doubt it Pop out the cut with that whatchamacallit Air out this bitch like I'm CJ McCollum No bitch, I don't trip I'm allergic to falling Shoutout to my city, I keep me a rocket If he talking loud we gon' get outta pocket These rap niggas suck, all they moves I'ma mock it, uh If you speak the tour nigga stop it, uh Take it to the grave then lock it, uh Cook a nigga up, Hot Pocket Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch My bitch, she freaky, she wanna get dinky I tell her get lost in this bitch I'm in that Tesla, you know that I'm extra We finna lift off in this bitch Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch Did it 3 times like the Hangover Popped a molly, she said she ain't staying sober It ain't over til big DC say its over Grab her heart and crash it with my Range Rover Girl it ain't hard to be ruthless, it's easy Ask Dr. Dre and Ice Cube, they believe me Ice with Dasani we over to Fiji Are they talking to me or are my eyes just deceiving? I don't know if I'm able, I feel like The Weeknd Pop up out the bushes, creepin' Put him on the gram, leak it, uh In the full minivan, geekin' I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch bring that neck to me Krusty Krab shit, bitch I still got the recipe Bitch I feel like Mrs. Puff they ain't testin' me I told Trademark cook a beat with no melody Stay with that heat, are you stupid Penelope? I'm on the road, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece Strapped with that 9, bitch I'm goin' insane I'm gon' cock that bitch back and put two in his brain You still think that you good just because of your name? Come to Milwaukee, we taking his chain Bitch I'm on my Levar, told him stay in his lane Get him outta this bitch, he ain't really with gang You weren't with the kid when I was broke where it hang There's a difference between organic niggas and lames Goin' dragon mode, nose blowin' out hella flames It don't matter though, I got immune to propane Pocket's fatter though, finna go '09 Lil Wayne (on my momma!) Like a lion this shit can't be tamed (fact!) Finna make DC F. Baby my name Goin' Stunna, no Baby, I buy out the plane You still wanna be here but this shit ain't the same Fuck this industry shit I want money no fame, bitch (pussy ass) Yeah, yeah, ayy (let's go) Better come at me, problem (bitch) In the hills eatin' steak with the lobster (what?) And he said to send a nigga to the doctor Dumbass nigga Bye! Bitch! He out of there, stupid Tough, what Dummy Dumb boy, stupid, yeah you, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga

(A-A-Astro got it runnin') What? Huh, yeah, fuck What, what? Yeah Aye, big scope on a nigga, long range Got shit in my drip, gold fangs Shawty known for sucking dick, no name Human torch, I got the fuckin' propane Who that knocking at my fuckin' door man? Fuck it, let them bodies hit the floor then CJ, where the fuck is the dope man? (What?) EA, pass the ball bitch I'm open (fuck) Catfish, we gon' get to exposin' Niggas acting tough, we dumpin', DeRozan Nigga make a little noise, think he chosen You ain't lit, you just having a moment (pussy) Going crazy, where the fuck my opponents? Pussy, frail, and fake make all your components Fourth quarter, now you niggas is choking Spot a leak, swear to god bitch we on it I feel like Diablo (why?) I'ma fill him with hollows In Aventador swervin' them potholes Tryna take everything that you got, hoe Come out and meet me right outside the spot, hoe Need you to go and link bro, it's a plot, hoe When you get in the crib, send the addy So, we can pull up and just take all his guap, hoe We gon run in that bitch like, boom, boom, boom And we ain't gon knock, hoe Like I'm Savage, I need me a lot, hoe (what?) Bitch, you know not to fuck with my Vatos They gon' turn your beloveds to tacos (yeah) Finna chop 'em up, shout out to Gwapo (yeah) 6'7 they tossing a lob, hoe Truthfully, I am all what you not, hoe Feel like Gunna, I made the bitch hot, hoe Play me, no (what?) hate me, no (what?) Play me, no (what?) hate me, no Ruthless when I pull up spittin' like I'm toothless, switch the flow up Niggas still a nuisance, need to grow up Ice baguettes on me, make a nigga throw up Wait, drip check, need to glow up Wait, misstep, nigga hold up Wait, Embiid with the floater Droppin' like 50 every quarter I'm finna murder him, burden' him, fully discourage him Cut off his limbs, grill the opp pack, we burnin' em Niggas always on my dick, I'm concerning them We ain't friendly, on Big Meechie we hurtin' them I'm like fuck that, hop up on my dick, Smith and Wesson we gon' bust that Aim it at his kids, know the demons finna love that DC off the shits, nigga tell me where the club at We finna go columbine that bitch, huh, yeah American Psycho (hi) The Don (what?) Go ahead, repent your wrongs Nigga, you takin' too long Angel Wings, bitch, that's my new Saint Laurent (what?) Crucifixions, we ain't makin' no songs (what?) Eternal doom when you fuck with The Don Pussy, welcome to the Megalodon (bitch) Big scope on a nigga long range Got shit in my drip, gold fangs Shawty known for sucking dick, no name Human torch, I got the fuckin' propane Who that knocking at my fuckin' door man? Fuck it, let the bodies hit the floor then CJ, where the fuck is the dope man? EA, pass the ball bitch, I'm open Catfish, we gon' get to exposin' Niggas acting tough, we dumpin', DeRozan Nigga make a little noise think he chosen You ain't lit, you just having a moment Going crazy, where the fuck my opponents? Pussy, frail, and fake make all your components Fourth quarter, now you niggas is choking Spot a leak, swear to god bitch we on it Pow, pow, pow, pow

Let's go Mario Yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas piped up in this bitch right now (What?) Gang, gang, gang And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He is a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Woke up to the smoke 'cause I hate being sober (Pussy) Blue devil shit, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it No bitch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti You slide through my crib, but ya shit looking garbage Young niggas too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin' Come to Milwaukee, them niggas still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang) With a whole lot of- whole lot of birds in my phone I just went cray in Prada, I'm back in my zone Finesse the pack, put the whole team on Finessed the dope, where the bitch can't go I ain't tryna talk to a minute-maid ho Got Balenciaga shoes, Alexander Wang clothes Give her twenty backshots, I'll finesse your ho (Pussy) I'm a hip-hopper rapper, my C hot Energy turbo, my tool 'bout to spit fire And you're shit, man you a big liar Said you got gas, but this don't get me high, yeah And I'm Michael, call me Myers Got 32's on that bitch, that's some big tires Skrrt through your block, leaving marks on the street fiber Internet gangsters, I never could be cyber Came in this bitch with a MAC-10 I ain't tryna talk, where the fuck the backend? (What?) Run your pockets, niggas finna cash in Make him hee-hee in this bitch, Michael Jackson (Yeah) Glock with a beam, get packed in Cutter to my left, this Milwaulkee assassin My ex be callin', callin', see me ballin', ballin', hit decline and get to laughin' Hit my dougie, get to rapping This the fuckin' second season They know DC finna spaz, neck, wrist, ears froze, niggas still freezing They keep asking if I dropped, I ain't finna drop, bitch, I'm finna blow You can run up if you want, you ain't finna run, bitch, you finna float Stepping on the gas, foe'nem off the Act', you can get yo' ass blowed Walkin' in the pad, who that in the back? ØUTLAW got him by the throat Think I give a fuck 'bout these niggas? He's just another nigga in my scope Lil' bitch, I can't go, and it's too big, bankroll And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He is a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Yeah Yeah, yeah

(Bitch) I'm going up, know that's part of the plan Niggas don't wan' see me up So that's why they callin' me a fuckin' industry plant You can say what you want 'bout my songs But that shit don't matter because I've been up in demand Like, ducking no smoke, no, I am not runnin' Say I'm not hard, boy why are you frontin'? I got the keys, it feel like I'm Sora That trigger get squeezed and bullets be soarin' You send me yo' song, that shit really borin' VIP, lil' bitch, I'm important Might get some weed, might get it imported We don't have problems, we solve it and then sort it If you don't got my money, you getting extorted Like a Hellcat, know that them bullets be soarin' Sippin' that Fanta, boy, know what I'm pourin' You told her to block me 'cause I am adorin' Hoppin' on flights, you know that I'm tourin' Hittin' the gas, you know I'ma floor it Stick for the ripper, I ain't talkin' 'bout scooters I feel like I'm Tecca, I stay with my shooters Shootin' that rifle, the fuck is a ruger? I'm in your dreams like I'm Freddy Krueger Niggas be beefin', they talk on computers Bro keep a Drakeo, not talking Ruler Hittin' his head, we gon' hit his medulla I know you cappin', who the fuck you foolin'? Like a bubble, you get popped Uh, uh, making a call on the squad Everyone tellin' me drop Uh, uh, I'ma drop it when I want I run the world, can't be stopped, no I know my haters, they plottin' You in the stands, you watchin' I'm number one in the top ten Know that I got niggas off bad Shootin', don't got no damn option Like a mixtape, know we drop that Cameras on me like I'm vloggin' Talk about me, know you bloggin' Runnin' your mouth to some nonsense You wanna talk, but I will not listen Diamonds, they shine, you know that they Vivian You off of the tabs, lil' nigga you trippin' Crossing that finish line, crossing that ribbon I'm living the life that I wanna be livin' You think you can stop me, boy, are you kiddin'? Bitch, okay I'm going up, know that's part of the plan Niggas don't wan' see me up So that's why they callin' me a fuckin' industry plant You can say what you want 'bout my songs But that shit don't matter because I've been up in demand Like, ducking no smoke, no, I am not runnin' Say I'm not hard, boy why are you frontin'? Ayy, SRT with the black paint on it .762, they gon' whip through his stomach My bitch hella bad, that's how I know that they love it Shoutout KT, he drop shit like a Russian When I step on that bitch, you can hear the percussion Niggas chattin' on Twitter, they keep making assumptions Lil' Donny laying the blueprint I went Helen Keller this year, I don't do no discussions And I got my choppa, so I'm never runnin' Shit, I got you but got hit up for nothin' I smoke pound after pound, give my bitch a concussion I can't trip on that ho, 'cause they come out a dozen Like a record, you get stopped, uh I make 'em rewind Like a signal, you get dropped, uh Hit yo' bitch with a peace sign DC on the beat, so I had to distort it Jordan five J's, I be rocking the hornets I just throw on the fit, now my ego enormous With gang all the time, 'cause I'm way too important Half of them niggas that's with you be fake, it's unfortunate Niggas switched on the gang, now my coupe got a horse in it Fuck it, okay, I'm finna make some millions recording it Count up my money, now, mama look, I got endorsements I'm finna fuck up the summer Like Symere, this shit was all bad Call up my bitch from the Hummer I don't got no service, you don't gotta call back 'Member when I was down bad watching anime Now I'm watching anime in Japan You a critic, you just like that nigga Fantano No Disney Channel, put that boy on demand I'm going up, know that's part of the plan Niggas don't wan' see me up So that's why they callin' me a fuckin' industry plant You can say what you want 'bout my songs But that shit don't matter because I've been up in demand Like, ducking no smoke, no, I am not runnin' Say I'm not hard, boy why are you frontin'? (Bitch, okay) I'm going up, know that's part of the plan Niggas don't wan' see me up So that's why they callin' me a fuckin' industry plant You can say what you want 'bout my songs But that shit don't matter because I've been up in demand Like, ducking no smoke, no, I am not runnin' Say I'm not hard, boy why are you frontin'? (Donny) (Go, go, go)

Triple Bs, I'm the man I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan You said I can't, but I can Triple Bs got the plan Triple Bs, I'm the man I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan You said I can't, but I can Triple Bs got the plan I had to stunt on my haters I had to show 'em who's boss I had to flex on my haters Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce I had to stunt on my haters I had to show 'em who's boss I had to flex on my haters Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce Turn it up, you know who it is She got a phone, tryin' to sneak a pic I hit a three, but I won't hit a lick I see it's getting lit, like I'm signed with Bic Second pick, you ain't getting picked We saw it coming, y'all just witnessed it A+ with the penmanship Big Bs, big businesses Pop a cider just to take some sips Full clips, got the scope and grips Man throwing fits, grizzly hits Call of Duty, cold with the sticks See I took this in the kitchen Girl just took it out the oven Brodie fed it to the public Taykey said they gon' love it Allen put it all together Mark convinced me that I'm better D-mo said that imma shine My girl confirmed in any weather My brother hit me on my cellular Keep your pedal to the metal Keep killing instrumentals Murder beats, I got several Triple Bs, I'm the man I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan You said I can't, but I can Triple Bs got the plan Triple Bs, I'm the man I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan You said I can't, but I can Triple Bs got the plan I had to stunt on my haters I had to show 'em who's boss I had to flex on my haters Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce I had to stunt on my haters I had to show 'em who's boss I had to flex on my haters Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce Nobody's perfect, but I think she worth it She love me on purpose, she know how to work it A freak in the sheet, like she came from the circus We started with talkin' We started with flirtin' No we don't pop Mollies, stay away from those Xans Wrapped in them sheets, she my number one fan She call her two friends, they come join the clan I stay with three Bs, shouts out to the brand Yes I'm the man, light skin with a tan Only 19, on my neck twenty bands Wrist cost me fifteen, my ears cost me ten This a new team that we on like I'm Cam My grass is greener My flow is cleaner My flow is meaner, is that why you heated? Cool, calm, collected, that's just my demeanor I'm hated like -er, like back in the day Back in the day when they said it to slaves Killing with brodie put beats in the grave Shinin' too much for you to throw shade I'm all 'bout my chips, so you know I get paid I'm running the beat, put the key in the Range My flow is so crazy, my mental insane My diamonds are wet But I stay spitting flames Don't step out of line Just stay in yo lane Triple Bs, I'm the man I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan You said I can't, but I can Triple Bs got the plan Triple Bs, I'm the man I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan You said I can't, but I can Triple Bs got the plan I had to stunt on my haters I had to show 'em who's boss I had to flex on my haters Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce I had to stunt on my haters I had to show 'em who's boss I had to flex on my haters Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce

Triple B's man (heh) People scared of change We not Zo What you rockin'? ZO2s I'm blowin' past in ZO2s You know I got it, ZO2 Pay respect and pay your dues Switching lanes, ZO2 (skrrt) I changed the game, ZO2 They know my name, ZO2 Pay respect and pay your dues Shouts out out to Future keep guap on me Shout out to beast because I keep me a lot on me Shout to to everyone doubting me Changing the game and they mad 'cause I'm charging fees Know the name and see the fame All my socials got the check If you're talking out of line Put three stripes across your neck And my Under Armour X-Men X-Men without the "X" Man, I only fear God I keep a cross across my chest What you rockin'? ZO2s I'm blowin' past in ZO2s You know I got it, ZO2 Pay respect and pay your dues Switching lanes, ZO2 (skrrt) I changed the game, ZO2 They know my name, ZO2 Pay respect and pay your dues Pass me the ball and I'll shoot it I hop on the beat just to geek and go stupid Don't talk if you clueless Just stay in yo lane 'cause my people is movin' With them Bs, issa movement And I dropped out of school 'cause I'm smarter than student Only one year, I was done with the Bruins Slavin' for free, I was offered to move it Millions of dollars, I took it, I'm human I'm taking that case, I don't care if I lose it Brodie on beats, and it's sounding so fluent Trust in the brand, 'cause you know what we doing What you rockin'? ZO2s I'm blowin' past in ZO2s You know I got it, ZO2 Pay respect and pay your dues Switching lanes, ZO2 (skrrt) I changed the game, ZO2 They know my name, ZO2 Pay respect and pay your dues Came in the game and I'm ballin' I'm looking for comp I can't find no opponent I'm looking for problems, I see it I solve it If you are not 'bout it then why are you talkin'? People know me when I'm walkin' I'm suited up, I'm Tony Strarkin' If around me when I'm parkin' I need some space, I drive a rocket Diamonds on my neck, dripping like a faucet Big Baller Brand, know you see me bossin' Never caught a deal, still Randy Mossin' Had to change a culture, everything evolving' What you rockin'? ZO2s I'm blowin' past in ZO2s You know I got it, ZO2 Pay respect and pay your dues Switching lanes, ZO2 I changed the game, ZO2 They know my name, ZO2 Pay respect and pay your dues

Ooh, ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, Woah Let me get off, get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off Ooh, Ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah Let me get off, Get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, You know I had to get off I said I had to get off, so what you think I'm doing? Blue faces, buyin' gold, Always been a Bruin Except for when they losing, Then I gotta keep it moving People asking what I'm doing, Money convos keep it flowing Claiming you (... ) Cracking up I'm with your girl when she back it up Pass me the Sticks and I'm acting up, knocking it out and she (... ) Do it for fans and the clapping up Walking in Gucci, They rack it up I swear these Benjamins standing up I put up to sleep When I'm stacking up Mo' money, Got less problems People looking like, " How about it?" You rent it, I buy it Diamonds wet but they never clouded I'm a rebel, them (... ) Rowdy Best believe we 'bout to bout it Best Believe my (...) Balling hard with no boundaries Ooh, ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, Woah Let me get off, get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off Ooh, Ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah Let me get off, Get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off Sit back, sit back, sit back turn the music up Straight crack, I spit that, but nah homie, I ain't talking drugs I ain't on the (...), I ain't selling rock, I ain't selling rock banging with the thugs I be on the court, Yeah I push the rock Cause balling, balling, Balling what I love Pay attention, Listen closely I won't say it twice Married to the game, I tattoo it like I (...) my wife I put in early mornings, yeah, And I'm grinding late night Shooting 2s and 3s, but nah homie, I ain't talking dice Working on my game, I tune it up just like a bike But you can catch me in the G, And you know it's all-white On the court I'm making plays, And in the booth I'm making slappers I Always kept it real, I ain't never been no actor Ooh, ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, Woah Let me get off, get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off Ooh, Ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah Let me get off, Get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off

MB1s y'all ain't ready (y'all ain't ready) Youngest in the game, coming heavy I'mma win it all, I will never lose (I won't) Watch me kill 'em off when I drop my shoes Yeah, Triple Bs in this thang Don't get bought up in this thang, nah (no way, no way, no way) Yeah, Triple Bs in this thang We gon ball out in this thang, y'all (oh yeah) See my little brother? He just doing him You can check the 'Gram, he got a million fans Got his brothers, he don't need no friends He's swagged out, he a walking gym The boy's blessed, yeah heaven sent Black Lamb, never paid the rent Hopping out with the MB kicks Got them cameras ready and they taking flicks Came in ready, in [?] hit or miss Triple Bs gotta handle biz Three Bs, no room for [?] Why you looking sour, man? We love the kids Born a Ball, that's just what it is I'm a king, lil bro a prince Throwing racks and you throwing fits How you hating and you banging this? MB1s y'all ain't ready (y'all ain't ready) Youngest in the game, coming heavy I'mma win it all, I will never lose (I won't) Watch me kill 'em off when I drop my shoes Yeah, Triple Bs in this thang Don't get bought up in this thang, nah (no way, no way, no way) Yeah, Triple Bs in this thang We gon ball out in this thang, y'all (oh yeah) Melo dip, and the Lamb dippin' Got his own shoe, 'cos it's only fitting Big Baller Brand, yeah we do it different This was all part of Big Baller's vision He the youngest to do it I'm rappin', he hoopin' I'm passing, he shootin' The game, we polluting We rap in the moment We not with the losing We ready for war, we Triple B troopers Melo Ball 1 Youngest in the game Only 16 in the Lamb and he switching lanes Got the Gucci shades MB1s inside the black paint Headed to the top Smash the gas and accelerate MB1s y'all ain't ready (y'all ain't ready) Youngest in the game, coming heavy I'mma win it all, I will never lose (I won't) Watch me kill 'em off when I drop my shoes Yeah, Triple Bs in this thang Don't get bought up in this thang, nah (no way, no way, no way) Yeah, Triple Bs in this thang We gon ball out in this thang, y'all (oh yeah)

Calling my phone, 3 o'clock in the morning My shorty right here, what you tryna get swerved? Asking all them questions, why you pressing with aggression? I ain't stressing who you texting, stop flexing, I'm swervin' Praying on my downfall, hoping that I flop You haters better stop, you about to get swerved Pulled up to the lot with a lot, bought a drop, dropped the top I don't stop at the stop, I'm swervin' Girl I'm with you, show some confidence How you leave a king just to find a prince? How you push the whip and it ain't got the tints? The engine in my car'll turn a Demon to a rocket ship Dropped outta school, but you know I caught that scholarship Teamed up with my boy Lance, now we got all kinda hits Stackin' chips, I gotta dip Run it up, you run your lips Fat stacks, you counterfeit Brand new Rollie, I'm drowning it Calling my phone, 3 o'clock in the morning My shorty right here, what you tryna get swerved? Asking all them questions, why you pressing with aggression? I ain't stressing who you texting, stop flexing, I'm swervin' Praying on my downfall, hoping that I flop You haters better stop, you about to get swerved Pulled up to the lot with a lot, bought a drop, dropped the top I don't stop at the stop, I'm swervin' Why you mad at me? Your girl looking over here, I got that bag on me All 'cause I came out the womb and I was born ready Velveeta rag know I got that swag on me I got ice on my wrist, ice on my neck Real VV's you ain't even gotta check Let me humble down, I ain't even gotta flex At the end of the month I'mma need both checks and I'm swervin' Calling my phone, 3 o'clock in the morning My shorty right here, what you tryna get swerved? Asking all them questions, why you pressing with aggression? I ain't stressing who you texting, stop flexing, I'm swervin' Praying on my downfall, hoping that I flop You haters better stop, you about to get swerved Pulled up to the lot with a lot, bought a drop, dropped the top I don't stop at the stop, I'm swervin'