DEAWON

(They gon' wear out this beat)
(Like an air force crease)

(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)

(Tumaggz is the heat)

They gon' wear out this beat
Like an air force crease

Hope my snares don't peak
When they blare that maggz heat

Garbage in the back seat
Money on the concrete

Gloss they burnin' from that fire
Like a dragon when I breathe

You'll see me walkin' at knees, way before I step out in sketches
I'm more like Chicksen in this shit, you like a cheap Ryan Sheckler

I might fuck around and make a stage of embarrass

I don't care the price
How much it cost to know Eric

I feel like you so generic
I hope you practice more

I have a problem with staring
So please look at the flow

(What?)

Yeah right, y'all so goofy, put that on my life
You the type to pull up to a gun fight with a knife

(Pussy nigga)

I push regular, bitch the fuck you sayin', get up outta her
You might, you-you might lose your teeth if you hear you put hands on her

You won't even be remembered, much existence, just a blur
Plaque your ass a decoration, make your grandma's favorite urn

(Woah)