[Intro] Lala Yeah! Lala La La La This ain't a mustard beat ho, but its okay [Verse 1 D-Pryde] Skate highs, rag up on my waist lines Steez is too murderous, I swear my swagger take lives If I was a p**y, homie I would have like 8 lives, cause you rappers k** me when you say that you gonna take mine Ride with my regulars, I die for my regualrs If I push wait, I will push a pie for my regulars Fried chicken, red wine, how I dine with my regulars Clean record b**h, I can't commit crimes on a regular But I'm too rare, other dudes too fraud, if mustard on a beat baby, that would mean I'm a poupon No I ain't a GMC, I ain't no Yukon Yellow boy, got some chick that slurpin' me like udon Magic Trick a rapper, poof b**h, yeah you gone Any record you throw me, I cut it like a coupon I could rap a verse outshine in what you done in two songs I'm grinding for that hard bread and green like a croûton Yeah, I spazz out gotta let me shine Got her a** out then I guess she's mine She golden like a Nelly, and I'm so clean swaggin' every top No games like it's Serani tryna' ball out like the wrist is hockey If she say that her roommate's gone then I'm there A.S.A.P like mister Rocky 20 years old with a mind like I'm 30, showed up to her house clean, but my mind's looking dirty And my chick marshmallow her behind's looking Hershey, but when she talk about me to her girls, she always be like "Girl Please." 'Bout to make a scary attack, your Twitter following took my following b**h, spare me the sa** You're about as noticeable as a f**ing hair on my a** Album coming soon, who says I never care about my fans, like wa**up? I only take her to the telly if she look like Tori Kelly, wa**up? Eatin' good while you jelly rubbing on my man [Verse 2 D-Pryde] Man I see two of my b**hes in the club and I know they know about each other I think these b**hes trying to set me up, maybe I'm just paranoid [Hook D-Pyrde] Who that, who that? P R I Z Z Y (x2) Now I said who that, who that? P R I Z Z Y (x2) Prizzy b**h