(Hey fellas)
(I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too)
(You guys know who I'm talkin' to?)
(You better)
Uh-huh, uh-huh (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, yo
Yeah, yo

Hip Hop! (Hip Hop!)
Bandit (Bandit)
Thick rope chains and some Stan Smith's
40 bricks flying through Kansas
Not only we take money man, we take chances
Cigarette smoke in a room full of cancers
Alex Trebek on dust with all the answers
Triangular, rectangular
Twist you in a knot, bend you outta shape, then untangle ya (woo!)

Bouncing off waves in Cabo
Waking up to dead, the crust stuck in they eyes, yo
North Pole around my neck like Antarctica
Two 40s and blowing my nose with my harmonicas

Rappers, fill for the cut, I'll line em' up
Fresh dope, the boy is mine, like Monica
Front, I take off more than half of your Yamaka
Bullet gift's givin' and you would think it was Hanukkah

Tanning off the Gulf of Mexico
Pan seared salmon steaks and mixed vegetables
Paneled up Gucci pajamas
Four hundred thousand, the cubes is all diamonds

When in a robe, I'm all on my pulp shit
Don't run to your old love crib, when the smoke hit
I'll have you CashApp me a crib, nigga
The most high take one of your ribs, nigga

(Pick a song! Pick a song!)
(Pick a song! Pick a song!)
(You got it!)
(You got it!)
(You got it!)
(You got it!)

Uh, cyclops monster, Pyrex pots
JFK killer in the window with a direct shot
I wanna see which posse could dance the best
Smoother than dove but I bubble like zest

Baba day's game in a minute, straight blatantly
Mingle with the cons and the killers, they relate to me
Swear to tell a truth, that's faithfully
Married to the game, but I don't know where it's taking me

Your soul will get lost in a encore
Can't get it back until I finish these rhymes off
Fuck you say your word is bond for?
Spongebob niggas, I feel like blowing your arms off

(You got it!)
(You got it!)
(You got it!)
(You got it! You got it!)
(You got it!)
(You got it!)
(You got it!)
(You got it!)