If you in the ride, turn the volume real high If you tryna feel the vibes, throw your hands up in the sky Mother***er, get em up, up, up, up, up, up Get em up, up, up, up, up, up If you in the ride, turn the volume real high If you tryna feel the vibes, throw your hands up in the sky Mother***er, get em up, up, up, up, up, up Get em up, up, up, up, up, up The wheels stay spinning on the Civic, boy, I'm always on the move When you grinding all the time, there's a lot of *** to do That's why I got Q, cause he keep me on the routine I be too skeet, tryna kick it like Bruce Lee Clean shoes, boy, new feet And I'm never in the car with only two seats I got a whip full of people, all fresh, call em 10 Deep Mother***er, we the future like next week Young people don't see you as an equal, they just see you as deceitful Tryna send you back to preschool, you only getting one shot, no redo Tell them haters keep they mouth shut, eat glue Bitch, who the *** you think you playing with? I'm Justin Bieber meets Jadakiss, here to take what's his Treat em all like Taylor Swift, leave em in the days all like, what day is it? Yeah, the boy got class, no Cambridge Fresher than your man, girl, but whiter than a plate of grits They keep wanting more, I'm they favorite dish This is me, mother***er, I ain't changing *** If you in the ride, turn the volume real high If you tryna feel the vibes, throw your hands up in the sky Mother***er, get em up, up, up, up, up, up Get em up, up, up, up, up, up If you in the ride, turn the volume real high If you tryna feel the vibes, throw your hands up in the sky Mother***er, get em up, up, up, up, up, up Get em up, up, up, up, up, up Hey, I got a brand new phone, rocking brand new clothes Leaving every single party with a brand new ho Yeah, I've done a little traveling, circling the globe Always keep it moving, inertia on these hoes Boy, I'm a ***, girls call him a douchebag This some old school ***, but no boom, bam This ain't new swag, it's the same old me The youngin' get respect from the games, OGs Cameras flashing when we passing, so we stay low-key Go to Mexico to party where the pesos be On the turnpike, bitch, and your tank on E With my head out the window screaming, get like me Ho, you should know the way I roll Take a couple shots off the Superman, these hoes You ain't nothing with your wack rap Used to be the class clown, but now I get the last slaps If you in the bad, turn the volume real high If you tryna build up abs, throw your hands up in the sky Mother***er, get em up, up, up, up, up, up Get em up, up, up, up, up, up If you in the bad, turn the volume real high If you tryna build up abs, throw your hands up in the sky Mother***er, get em up, up, up, up, up, up Get em up, up, up, up, up, up *