Ayy, Tony!
(Ha, haha)
(Ha, haha)
(Ha, haha) You know I learned how to fly

Don't stress yourself out tryna keep up with these lames
I ain't have a thing but you know things change
You know these folks be nosy, man, just like a nose-ring
Broke bitch make me soft, okay, just like some cocaine
Ayy, futuristic like I'm Boba Fett
She went through my phone, she not even mad
Don't worry 'bout the check, bitch, I got the checks
This a GTR, this is not a 'Vette
Okay, wait, now you in too far
Shot him in the face because I got a heart
And I'm givin' game, I'm talking seminars
Yo' girl fucked up, that's why I be on Mars

Take the hotbox to the pull-up party
I stopped drinking dark 'cause it made me dark
Strapped up like the Navy, strapped like Tony Stark
Finna send that shit, like I'm Tony Hawk
Send it! Ayy
Tony Hawk (Send that shit)
Tony Hawk
Tony Hawk (Ayy)

No justice, no peace
Fuck politics, bitch, we runnin' shits
My designer [?]
This not a G-Wagon, this a Maybach, ahh
All my young niggas pop that shit
Stop that shit
Ayy, if a nigga told, pshh, [?] bro
Niggas ain't from the soil, they ain't got no soul
Knock a nigga over, domino
Knock a nigga over, adiós
When I got the work, man, that shit the purist
Steppin' on that shit and sell it to a tourist

Take the hotbox to the pull-up party
I stopped drinking dark 'cause it made me dark
Strapped up like the Navy, strapped like Tony Stark
Finna send that shit, like I'm Tony Hawk
Send it! Ayy
Tony Hawk (Send that shit)
Tony Hawk
Tony Hawk (Ayy)