Y’all Ain’t VIP

[Intro]
You no want test me
'Cause my crew is so OG (oh)
187's every day (oh oh oh)
Unless of course it's Saturday (ay)
Tell 'em why, Heath

[Verse 1]
'Cause that's the day I get my hair cut
Tanning booth and I get my legs Naired up
Who, where, what, when, how many?
My Prius is packed with young emcees
All handy with the tech nine
Yep, get your paper up, pimpin' I'mma get mine
Don't sweat the technique and don't speak
When you hear the whip go beep
That's how we do

[Hook]
Oh oh oh
(the OGs say)
Oh oh oh

[Verse 2]
You no want test me
My crew it rolls so deep
Tinted windows for privacy
Cuz ya'll ain't VIP (VIP!)
Zack Morris is back for us
Window cracked on the Taurus
Beat valley something merciless
Mr. Belding, pop the Percocet
It's me and Violet Bickerstaff kicking rap
Giving that whiplash way before Nickelback
Forget the Max, I'm onto something sicker
The glee club recital next month's bigger

[Hook]
Oh oh oh
(Bayside Tigers say)
Oh oh oh
(Ooh! Haha)

[Verse 3]
You no want test me but you can address me
As Mr. Presley, a fist so threatening
That I'll be texting and I'll be checking
The chin of any lame who disrespect me
Hop on the vespa, lotta finesse
Gotta caress mic right like I'm honoring it
Onto the next spot, entourage calling your bet
And you ain't even heard us when we're hollerin' yet
(Rewind!)

[Hook]
Oh oh oh
(all the fakers say)
Oh oh oh

[Outro]
You no want test me
I swear I'm like OT
Woah oh
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
I love you so much