[Intro: Mars]
Slap, yeaaaah, uh, Slap
To the ba** yeah, uhhhh
On the chase yeah
Look, Everyday yeah
It ain't no way
[Verse 1: Mars]
Okay, b**h I'm on fire
Ain't sh** that you can tell me
Won't stop 'til we ballin'
Money tall like Wizard Kelly
Rapping, cruising in a Buick
Instrumentals from my celly
Freestyling, cigarillo smoke
Is deep inside my belly, woah
Understand, I'm just rapping 'cause I f**ing can
Industry full of b**hes, feel like the f**ing man
Hundred Grand, I could make that with my f**ing hands
All I need's a pen and pad, reason, and a couple grams
Undefeated is my hoodie and my mind state
I'm walking with a ten, your b**h is ugly like a blind date
Stacking paper 'cause they loving how I do this sh**
The flow is easier than grandmothers getting bruises is
I give these people bars b**h
Ask and they got em
Shake the game I'll make you fakers fall like autumn
Got these girls running back and forth
Playing keep away
You can keep the dame
We getting change like a meter maid
[Verse 2: Ken Deezy]
Used to be the little homie
Feeling like the big dog
Getting bigger every time we let a hit drop
Heard you got bars bruh
Why you all lip-locked?
Diamond on my arm, that's a wrist watch
I make a k**ing in my city, then I bring it back
And we got P's little homie, we don't need your grams
b**h big titties, heard that daddy had a million
Burning Peter Pan down in Never Never land
Throw my dukes up, get my fam a new palace
Beat on slap, call it f**ing brain damage
p**y a** haters, ain't even worth a adlib
Probably coming up way bigger than some rap sh**
Say we gon' ride to this (yeah)
Trying to f** on something super fly to this
Now feel the ba** slap, come on baby slide them hips
Then bring it back to me, come around live as sh**
[Hook: Ken Deezy]
Seen she down to grind to the ba** (SLAP)
Heard she wanna ride, we on the chase (SLAP SLAP)
Seen we out here shining everyday (SLAP)
Heard we coming up, It ain't no way (SLAP SLAP)
2x
[Verse 3: Mars]
Okay I'm smoking something super loud
I can't hear them f**ing haters
Dreams of moving stupid crowds
Stadiums and XL papers
Music over everything the motherf**ing motto
Call me Kordell Stewart, I'm quarterbacking Colorado
You already know the name, Future Hero Kids
Breaking in the nearest cribs
Making sure they hear this sh**
Screamin' Jay Hawkins on the stage
Getting weird and sh**
Quarantine the flow, other rappers can't come near this sh**
It's sick, bet my sh** is ill
I think my city starting to love me
Said my sh** is real
Drop a couple tracks we made for free
I swear that sh**'s a steal
It's nothing, trying to get the circle moving like a wheel
f** it, tell 'em how we feel
We getting bigger everyday
I don't even need to try, they f** with everything I say
Steady on the grind, I know my time is on the way
Get it in the first take, Mickey Mantle at the plate
Boy I'm feeling great
[Verse 4: Ken Deezy]
Told 'em how we coming up
Can't nobody hold me down
Locked up in the stu'
Thats why I'm blue around the eyes now
Money green sacks just to show that I've arrived now
Know that's how we do it, why that come as a surprise now?
I keep 'em glad 'cause my zips locked
Throw a couple grams
Feeling hot 'cause my sh** knock
b**h so bad and Im'a f** her 'til my dick soft
sh** straight rock
Take a motherf**ing dip mah
Holla 'cause we happenin'
And always get it crackin'
If I ain't rappin'
I probably be mackin'
We been coming up but getting sick of all this practice
Seen we in fashion, like lights, camera, action (slap)
[Hook: Ken Deezy]
Seen she down to grind to the ba** (SLAP)
Heard she wanna ride, we on the chase (SLAP SLAP)
Seen we out here shining everyday (SLAP)
Heard we coming up, It ain't no way (SLAP SLAP)
2x