[Verse 1: Wicked Amba**ador]
Give me 3 minutes, 4 rounds: that's two for you and Rilla (Boo Boo Boo Boo)
Coming for my spot but you can't see my pillar, and I'm screaming don't Chuckiee trying to k** the k**er
"Sorry Not Sorry" n***a singing guess he Bryson Tiller
Woah, they really on my wave
Forgot I mixed them songs up on your mixtape boy behave. n***a starting problems put the razor to his face, and it look like bumpy roads ahead I'll get a close shave
They always want to try me
Real shottas dem around me n***a y pree?
I'm always posted like them pics up on IG
Coldest n***a focused on my vision n***a I see...
Storms up ahead you and Heights get your Tims laced
Sending out the orders when I see them like him chase
Pockets on lock but FTD they got the slim safe
Trying to come for me you either shmized or slightly tipsayyyy
[Hook: Wicked Amba**ador]
How you on the wave, but never surfed boy?
Lost your ways, this my turf boy
I run the city, you just not at pace boy
Aw damn guess it's time to catch a case boy. (x2)
[Verse 2: Wicked Amba**ador]
They copy to copy
On me paparazzi
My bars hold they weight n***as kinda ocky
Girlies on my body, Chuckiee on the tag
Whip the mozzi, oh golly they p**y they jags
Heights above you n***a that is your dad
Hit the dab n***a FTD mad
Rip em off me yeah they wanna be scabs
But they can't make the cut oh so sad. (x2)