2MS

(Oh my God, stop the music)

Yo

Bro got black and white like MJ

Caramel one, she bad

Better than who, ya mad?

One, two stroking, that back bouncing back

You hear that clap-clap

You hear that clap-clap

You hear that clap-clap

Haha, yo

Expensive taste, Bottega, no Bentayga

Bro serves that, no waiter

No migos, the BS dat way

Don't cut trees, I'm a paper chaser

Million streams, a billion dreams

In love with bread, might marry the queen

Every man ain't real and tough as they seem

Na!

Invest in me like NFT

Bro whip that quick, that's a cup of tea

Don't watch me like BBC

On my A1, J1, DTB

Them gyal too meedy, man too seedy

I put me first, I'm greedy

Fed on K quick, D camp

Are ya mad?

No license and speeding

Strapped up like the Turks

Are ya mad?

Ain't tryna have no kids

Bro hopped out of the whip

You know what happened, my G

I was the back, no line

Bro had brown, said, "Feds ain't grabbing Man G"

Feds ain't

Feds ain't grabbing Man G

Yo

Bro got black and white like MJ

Caramel one, she bad

Better than who, ya mad?

One, two stroking, that back bouncing back

You hear that clap-clap

You hear that clap-clap

You hear that

Yo

I been out here from Quay, don't play, when I hit that, say my name

Bro got a shot that's perfect aim

Gyal think I'm a dog they could not tame

Don't wanna go jail, use your brain

Are ya mad?

Are ya mad?

Them man cap, don't talk no facts

I can't react, I'm tryna attract

Starting to think most man are on crack

I'm warming up, no jumping jacks

Warming up, no

Yo

Bro got black and white like MJ

Caramel one, she bad

Better than who, ya mad?

One, two stroking, that back bouncing back

You hear that clap-clap