[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)