Shorty's in the back like 'Oh my god'
Sold out shows screamin 'Drop it Nog'
They be tunin' in everytime we drop
Call me a dad I'm gonna make it Pop
Shorty's in the back like 'Oh my god'
Sold out shows screamin 'Drop it Nog'
They be tunin' in everytime we drop
Call me a dad I'm gonna make it Pop
Swervin' through lanes in the lambo
Swervin' to your shorty's like an animal
Swervin' in secret, got camo
Shoot my shot, I don't need no ammo
First shot hit, y'all never see me miss
They sayin' it's freezing but it's just my wrist
Got my first check, bought a new whip
Got my first, still got the same drip
Cold since birth, still? up the Earth
I take the place first everytime I spit a verse
Man, this must be a curse, man
Y'all be the worst, man
Out ridin' waves and I don't know how to surf
Whippin' the Impala, not a foreign
I won't take your short cause she borin'
I'm so high, feel like soarin'
Sold out shows, and we tourin'
I'm a little fruity like an orange (ayyy)
Y'all see me in the street
And you know I'm swervin'
So clean, can't catch me cursin'
Slur my verbage in cursive
Take it back stage, close the curtain
Boxed up baby, stay workin'
Boxed up baby, stay workin'
Quit the cafe, still servin'
Got new tires, I'm swervin'
Got new tires, I'm swervin'
I'm makin' plays, y'all sleepin'
I'm makin' waves in the deep end
Party in the Hills, this Weeknd
This a trip, keep tweakin
Silky smooth, new project
They see Nog, they say drop it
This year I'm what's poppin
Satin shirts, no cotton
Shorty's in the back like 'Oh my god'
Sold out shows screamin 'Drop it Nog'
They be tunin' in everytime we drop
Call me a dad I'm gonna make it Pop
Shorty's in the back like 'Oh my god'
Sold out shows screamin 'Drop it Nog'
They be tunin' in everytime we drop
Call me a dad I'm gonna make it Pop