Yo Step in walkin on beat Sperry Top-Sider on my feet Subaru on my keys Harmon Kardon speakers that beat And I blew one but Not the way he blew me (ugh) I got stung by the man o' war But at least I'm up on the beach He asked me for my number He gotta wait his turn in line Gotta pivot on a doofus Like a turn in a line I told him that I'm good, but He keep sayin' I'm fine That was a metaphor In case Y'all ain't get That line (ugh, Fantom) Issa lot Can you handle this Or nah? 'Cause I ain't fuckin round Wit no bum nigga Who can't keep no job Oh Can you handle a drop? I bang dubstep a lot I go to them festivals every summer A couple of tabs I drop (ugh) Aloe plant on my table And I'm wired like cable And I'm tired of y'all lyin on me Y'all tell stories like fables (ugh) They'll never be stable They're still on the nipple In cradles My credit score is So good I just Copped a free month Of cable (ugh) I got it on lock Like what you put on a bagel In the car screamin Fuck cops While my skin lookin So hazel (ugh) They'll never be able To perfect their flow like me That's why I'll never fuck with a nigga That's rappin on a whack beat (ugh) Brawlin with Mav Then we link Steven in, too They are both my niggas They are white but it is cool A dip in the pool Have photoshoots in it too Sayin: Girl, you be killin em You look Fabolous, boo! I ain't got time for ya Like ya Rollie that's tickin But you say it's real It don't tick if it's real I ain't got time for ya Like ya Rollie that's tickin But you say it's real It don't tick if it's real I ain't got time for ya Like ya Rollie that's tickin But you say it's real It don't tick if it's real I ain't got time for ya Like ya Rollie that's tickin But you say it's real It don't tick if it's real