[Intro]
(DJ)
DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, man (Clean, clean, clean, clean)
Yeah (Just gotta warm up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Girl, I really talk my talk, they like, "You rap for real" (DJ)
I'm from the mountain, I can't slip, girl, I ain't Jack and Jill (No)
Said I got time to smell the roses and the daffodils (Smoke)
Feel like Carrie Underwood on "Jesus, Take the Wheel" (Yoom)
Rollin' up the zaza, FaceTimin' with my girl (Smoke)
Said, "I know I haven't called but, bae, I'm all over the world" (I'm sorry)
Touch down in your city, I find the tree just like a squirrel ('Za)
Got the county on my shoulders, I might need an epidural (DJ)

[Verse 1]
Balenciaga Prada sneakers mеan I'm getting paid (Money)
The car been smеlling like this ever since eleventh grade (Yoom)
Yeah, big ol' bleep of Chem, I'm from the motherland (Smoke)
And I put it all into my words, don't got another plan (Not at all)
I don't got nothin' else goin' on, man, it's DJ (Hah)
You hear the passion in my voice
If I tried to be like y'all, it'd be distractin' from the point (D-D-DJ)
I've had extremely pretty women try to attack me for my joint (Smoke)
Boy, I came out Western Mass, but now I'm runnin' 'round Detroit (Yoom)
Yeah, yeah, they gon' have to call the coroner (Why?)
The Prius whipping down the I-91 corridor (Yoom)
Screamin' DJ, they just say they want it more and more (DJ)
I grew up off that gangsta rap and horrorcore, now talk to me (Let me talk my talk)
Meet me at the bike path, take a walk with me (DJ)
I might pull up to your city with my pops with me (What up, Dad?)
Yeah, I gotta get it, gotta go (Yoom)
Shawty be like, "Why's everyone doing whippits at your show?" Hah (haha)

[Chorus]
Girl, I really talk my talk, they like, "You rap for real" (DJ)
I'm from the mountain, I can't slip, girl, I ain't Jack and Jill (No)
Said I got time to smell the roses and the daffodils (Smoke)
Feel like Carrie Underwood on "Jesus, Take the Wheel" (Yoom)
Rollin' up the zaza, FaceTimin' with my girl (Smoke)
Said, "I know I haven't called but, bae, I'm all over the world" (I'm sorry)
Touch down in your city, I find the tree just like a squirrel ('Za)
Got the county on my shoulders, I might need an epidural (DJ)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, you hear the cracking in my voice (DJ)
If I tried to be like y'all, it'd be distractin' from the point (Nuh-uh)
Told the custys that I'm back, just come and pull up at the point (Beep)
And them cartridges gon' triple if you ship 'em to Beloit, hah (Money)