Lyrics : Brandon Anderson/Glen Earl Boothe Jr.
Music : Brandon Anderson/Glen Earl Boothe Jr.
[Verse: Anderson .Paak]
Nigga, it's the top-five lister, double-S drifter
SelvaRey sippin' and you know I came with her
If she cute with her lips shut and tits like missiles
Act right, you can get the Nissan Sentra
Nickel-nine gripper for all you Jack Rippers
The driver inside got a license to hit you
Hop up out the pot and get your top ram' licked up
We survived shit you can only catch a whiff of (Whew)
Locked in way before the top ten
When I had the mutton chops, shades, and the wide brim
On a different wave that I came in the game on
When I levitate, grab my sneakers and hang on
Young, but I still got sons in the game
But they not like the one with a dot in his name
If it's locked in, it's gotta be Knxwledge who made it
The wildest applause when we hop on these stages
Go and get your Teflon vest on
But once we let off this track list, that shit gon' blow your chest off
When the last time that you heard a sound this hard?
Compliments of Knxwledge and the mother****in' yes, Lord
And we can go toe-to-toe, anyone you know, young or old'll get drove in the hearses
I just did the Super Bowl halftime show with the GOATs, why the **** would I wanna do a Verzuz?
That's like comparin' tee-ball to the MLB, y'all out of your league, we not the same person
I'll be doin' this 'til I'm 'bout eighty-six, old as a b***h, holdin' my d**k, ****in' on the nurses