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[Intro: Just Demetri & Ciscaux]
Yo, what's up guys?
This is W.I.Y. radio with a fresh, new track
Call us back at (619) - 555-PLAY, let us know if it's hot, or not
Dustin, I know you had a close-call when I was live right now
That's the funny thing
I said—what? Ayy

[Chorus: Ciscaux]
Boy, you couldn't walk in my shoes, let alone afford 'em (Nah)
Heard you last album and I swear, I died out of boredom (Boredom)
He asked for a verse and I flat-out ignored him (Bitch)
Girl, I like how you say my name, let's record it (Ah, let's—)
Got a lifestyle that my mama can't believe (What?)
Model bitches from Belize (Okay), got her begging "Baby, please"
Racks is dirty like some dishes (I hеar you), gotta wash 'em in the sink (What, what, what?)
Smack you down to the floor, WWE (John Cеna)

[Verse 1: 22december & Ciscaux]
If he askin' for a feat., I gotta tax him
I ain't ever goin' broke, I'm gettin' racks in
I'm going hard, ain't got no time to do relaxin'
Love it when she say my lyrics with an accent (What?)
Ayy, first time, new city
32s but my pants don't fit me
Toxic and I'm feelin' like Britney
Underrated, need a chance, don't skip me

[Break: Just Demetri, L.T.D & Ciscaux]
Hey there lady love
What‘s on your mind
You’ve given me a love that’s true
That I can't deny
Calling all the ladies to the dancefloor
This one is jumpin', so come shake what'cha mama gave ya
And you might just go home with a rapper or an NBA player (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 2: Ciscaux]
They all know that I'm the goat, they can't be shit but be mad at it
They ain't fuckin' with the flow because it's way too extravagant
Buy, you call yourself a rapper with no hits, you a pacifist
You should go switch your careers, you better of makin' sandwiches, like boy
You know that you can't stop this shit
Watch how I talk, I walk my shit
Yeah, you have it cool, but you ain't got it like this
I ain't even wanna go, 22', pop yo' shit

[Verse 3: 22december & Ciscaux]
Run up "5,000 times two," then I went and I made another hunnid blues
Fuck with me, you might end up on the news
Got no time to waste, I got nothin' to prove
'Cause you know we don't play when it comes to the cash
Bought a whip, give a fuck if I crash
I jump on the stage where them cameras be flashin'
Bad bitch, she gon' fuck me with passion (What?)

[Chorus: Ciscaux]
Boy, you couldn't walk in my shoes, let alone afford 'em (Nah)
Heard you last album and I swear, I died out of boredom (Boredom)
He asked for a verse and I flat-out ignored him (Bitch)
Girl, I like how you say my name, let's record it (Ah, let's—)
Got a lifestyle that my mama can't believe (What?)
Model bitches from Belize (Okay), got her begging "Baby, please"
Racks is dirty like some dishes (I hear you), gotta wash 'em in the sink (What, what, what?)
Smack you down to the floor, WWE (John Cena)