[Verse 1:]

What are you niggas on? I bet that’s what they saying
Like why the fuck you start him up he bout to get it going
Soon as they hate Miles Lane, let's get it on
Soon as they think they in my lane, a nigga gone
Next time gadget, next time
But this aisle is closed, I’ll get you on the next line
They can’t touch the kid in anyway shape or form
I’m on my way through, you better play your horns

[Verse 2:]

Feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme
I bobsled on tracks, you niggas still behind
My single lingo niggas steal behind
My back, I guess I just don’t know how it feels behind
I love to squeeze ass, so yes I feels behind
'Til chicks give me a head and then I feel fine
Delivering these rhymes in any way, shape or form
I’m on my way through, ou better play your horns

[Verse 3:]

Nah I ain’t finished yet, thats what I’m getting to
I'm from the south, in other words, that’s what I'm finna do
Don’t make me finish you, victory flawlessly
Before I let these clowns get to me, fall asleep
Now what it look like currency, Ball and G
And what I'm giving you is currently all of me
Making it happen in any way, shape or form
I ain’t finished yet so let's delay the horns
They say I’m heaven sent, I just say it was evident
That I would come back home from places that i never went
How hot can the kettle get if I just keep spittin' on it
The track gon' have a smell on it if I just keep shittin on it
The flow is so intelligent, my style is an invention on me
Niggas is irrelevant, they ain’t even mentioned homie
I'm a keep doing my thang, y;all stay the norm
Unless you wanna be like me and have them play your horns