He's saying, get out, get me out
Alright, huh, look at this, ayy, man, I am back
Look at this, ayy, get this stag
Think about cat, man, I get fuckin' back
Look at this, uh, get the critter back
Look at this, bro, man, I ain't that bad
Look at this, ayy, you're just whack
Everybody know, look at this, I'm a saint
Wanna go, I ain't no man brain
Look at this, I'm a kiddo, bitch
Man, I am no Bobby, bitch
Look at this, though, I'm a kiddo, ayy
Wanna go, man, I ain't in last place
Wanna go, gonna run a race
Look at this, uh, man, I'm dedicated
Look at this, got the education
Yeah, fuckin' graduation, man
I don't need a celebration, yeah
Wanna fuckin' go, man, I'm hot like the kettle
Man, I'm hard to handle
Yeah, pedal to do metal, ayy
Wanna go, gonna make you fuckin' fade away
Wanna go, gonna shake it like a Jada White bass
I don't really give a *, I ain't in last place
*
Oh, *, huh
Oh, *, oh
Roxy's bought the snap
Whoa, yeah, yeah, ayy
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's the wave, that's the wave
That's the wave, that's the angle
That's the wave, that's the way
How we play, that's the angle
That's the wave, that's the wave, that's the wave
Wanna fuckin' go, little bitch, bro
Man, you are my babe
Wanna fuckin' go, little bitch, bro
Man, I ain't gonna bathe
Wanna go, handle, look up
Man, today is my day
Okay, look at this, kiddo, can you enjoy?
Look at me, I ain't no Bobby, bitch, bro
Made, if you really wanna go, look at this, gettin' paid
If you really wanna go, man, I'm gettin' laid
Huh, yo, yo, look at this, ayy
Huh, I got the fame, bro
Man, I ain't lame, though
Man, I ain't pro, though
Got you in the scope, though
Uh, but look at this
I ain't gonna stop, huh
I just got the guap
That's the wave, that's the angle
That's the way, that's the way
How we play, that's the way
Now listen, look at this, bro
Man, I ain't fuckin' quittin'
Everybody knows, got the fuckin' other mitten
Really wanna go, man
Man, I ain't fuckin' quittin'
Uh, man, I ain't playin'
Look at this, my job is to slay
Look at this, today is my day
When I go, my name is Trey
Look at this, I can rap
Huh, fuckin' take a step back
Huh, man, I ain't like that
Huh, throw your weight like quarterback
Yeah, hit you like a running back
Huh, get the quarter
Uh, wait a minute
What was that?
What was that?
What was that?
Uh, nevermind
I just want to prepare some paper staples
Italy, you can't link like us
I can make these trappers to put into sound
Samples with an apple smappers
Like we entering the temples
We don't sound exactly the same
But we want to step up the game
We are the rappers to bring out the slappers
On how we take a snap
And shout our rap
We don't care, we don't like
That's a fact
This is all we have to use
And ask ourselves
To think on how to build back
And break things into pieces
Get out, y'all
Get out, y'all