And if you ain't know ni**a I'm popping
I'm the one ni**a who been killing the pockets
Don't do it for the gram, bitch I do it for profit
Do it for the skill I don't do it to pop shit or drop shit
Call me Zion I'm balling up in the game
Ni**as lying they swerving all in my lane
Don't talk about it I really feel it's a shame
That nothing don't ever change
Still flyest up in the game

Alotta ni**as walk
Alotta ni**as talk
I'm boutta run this shit back on ni**as like Marshall Faulk
A lot of bitches balloons looking like Mardigras
A beauty pageant saloon chick like Howdy Ya'll
And yeah I'm Jiggy, yea I'm pretty
Imma fucking Rockstar
You be lying through ya fitted give this ni**a lockjaw
I could rap it I could spit it I could be a pop star
She ain't lying cuz I hit she mad I don't want her

Just tell me where to go
Send the addy imma pull up on you, you

Right now
Tell me where to go
Right now
Tell me where to go
Right now
Just tell me where
Tell me where to go

Yeah designer water sipping Voss
Got a slip not tie in my sock
Put the skunk inside the trunk and then I'm off
Imma zip line right to the loft
I can breath I feel the breeze
Peja, I need three
Did enough good deeds
Lotta jealousy
People failing ya
Got you up in the night
Now you bailin
Cancel plans hit Japan wit a ni**a
We gon step
We gon move
We gon clap
We gon groove
We gon vibe all night (Yeah true)
In my pockets that's true
Yea, colors jet blue

Just tell me where to go
Send the addy Imma pull up on you, you

Right now
Tell me where to go
Right now
Tell me where to go
Right now
Just tell me where
Tell me where to go