{Intro: Lil Tele}
I'm swerving on molly
Got ya b*tch on me smoking ur Bali
Got my boy Nkem
Picking out them stem
Shooting at ya men
Bow bow bow bow now they all dead
Car seat all red
Whipping thru traffic
This sh*t automatic
Damn
Your b*tch is elastic
But her ass is plastic
I'm calling her pretty but you know I'm sarcastic
Shooting my shot but I'm hitting the basket
Ey hold up, hold up my boy Nkem bout to spit some sh*t
{Verse 1: Nkem Okorie}
Ur boy on the track
I’m about to overlap
I’m eating big macs
Shoot with the racks
We stackin the racks
U can with the stats
I’m about to take a flight
I’m floating high like a kite
Ur boy in the paint I body like dwight
U know I got the height
U see me on sight
U know I got the ring
From your girl she only a fling
{Verse 2: Nkem Okorie}
Ey I'm back shoot with the mac
We go back to back
Acts like she's fine b*tch wasting time
Bean in his prime passing a dime
Now I'm a laker I shoot then you fold like paper
I service you like a waiter
{Verse 3: Nkem Okorie}
Like a young waiter
I pass that sh*t off to the side later
Got my ni**as in a mansion you know we cover the acres
Now that boy jealous don’t give him sh*t he a faker
Yea I’m that man
I make my plans
500 bands
I spend that sh*t on another plan
You see my dance
That sh*t be heating up like a frying pan
This an adventure I’m out here looking like peter pan
Oh sh*t what time is it
Got that watch on my wrist
That’s how I live
I’m straight out of Ireland u know I got that Dublin drip
{Outro}
Working on my mixtape
U watching to escape
I pick ur girl out like a grape
sh*t sweet and sour I know u wanna taste
Sike nah b*tch get out of my face
b*tch you a disgrace
Her name is Grace