B*tch can't believe her eyes, yes it's really me Bins so fire, this sh*t really free Trippin' like I'm clumsy in the mall, oops silly me Dog sh*t stuffed in the pockets of my skinny jeans Haha, I made ten before that afternoon Tryna ride my wave, like a pirate, let them cannons shoot Sports mode activated, lookin' like Crash Bandicoot Feel like Thor's Endgame, when I bring them hammers through Having visions of success, I'm a fortune teller We don't scrap, boy get popped like he Dr. Pepper She don't sing but the di*k make her a capella I ain't Jay-Z but the stick get to rock a fella I just dropped Kobe Bryant on an appetizer Ghost Recon, that AR got some rapid fire I was in your baby mouth like a pacifier I plan on shinin' for a while, better grab a visor