Uh-huh (Uh-huh)
It´s me (It´s him)
(Who the fuck else?)
Aye, aye, aye (Come on, man)

(Squats) What a view, huh?
(Shoulders) What a fucking view
(Back) What a fucking view
(Neck) You know me
(Legs, legs)

Always comin´ through (Uh)
In other news, pullin´ big bazookas out the bubble goose (Uh), huntin´ for the truth (Huntin´)
Rub somethin´ to numb up my tooth (Uh)
Then wrap the robe around my waist and jump from the roof (Woo)
As it explodes into a pile of rubble and doom
Man, how you tryna be a thug in front of the moon? (Come on, man)
And why you tryna pull the rug from up under the goon? (Come on, man)

I´m backstage doin´ nunchucks (Uh)
Straight from Queens, Baklava, baby, one love (It´s me)
Don´t try to hit me with the fist bump, dawg (Nah)
I don´t fuck with chipmunks (Uh-uh) actin´ like they shit don´t stunk (Uh)
I´m catchin´ alleys off the backboard for a sicko dunk (That´s a fuckin´ sick dunk)
Triple-toe lutz (Uh)
And when I sing Ginuwine songs, these bitches go nuts (I´m so anxious)
Before forty, I´m tryna be ripped as fuck (Uh)
I purchased dick-sucks for forty bucks before (I did)
And that´s a bargain if you ask me (It is)
I´m known for driving rare cars at fast speeds, that´s it (Uh)

That´s it (That´s it)
I need my motherfuckin´ initials embroidered on every towel in this motherfucker
All Turkish cotton
Talk my shit
(Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)

Grab a bagel then I slide to my other spot (Damn), I´m Magnum P.I.
And this FA whooped down but could´ve took the other drive
I´m lookin´ at Alcatraz, drivin´ two miles per hour
Fixed my hat, roll the window down, collect a couple thousand

Stopped by the deli, she on the call, it´s gon´ be an hour
I´m somewhere out in Santa Cruz, hit the room, take a shower
A four and a nickle in the stash spot when I slide
Fingerprinted safe, it´s a camera when you look inside
I hopped out lookin´ like Shaft, I´m a whole mood
I´m dozin´ off, countin´ old hundreds in this vintage coupe
My bitch got a Range she ain´t drove since 2022
You fucked up thinking you the prize, you a whole groupie
My kitchen got lights by Tom Dixon but I´m watchin´ Tubi
Poppin´ wheelies on my Zaskar, work in my tomb
Recessed lights in my garage bouncin´ off the paint

Dropped off some fresh game and slid straight to the bank
What´s happenin´?

???, está fuego
Gracias, ??? gracias
Fucking fuego
Fire
Me gusta mucho ésta
Woo