作曲 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacques Webster II/Nicholas Balding/Keanu Torres/Stefano Bauer/Quintin Gulledge

Away, away, away, away

Away, away

Away, away, away, away

Away, away

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Ayy, ayy, ayy

5 a.m. in the parkin' lot (Yeah)

Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots (Yeah)

She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (Not)

I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock (Rock)

I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (Heart'll stop)

Them ass shots on her make an artist drop (Artist)

Nigga, damn

Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Nigga, damn

12 a.m. at the crib goin' ham (At the crib)

Rollin' green, countin' bacon, Sam, I am him (Him)

Windmillin' through the crowd, fan by fan (By fan)

Remember how we used to do it hand by hand then?

Five niggas, one gram, we split it twenty, damn

Not your average citizens, we're movin' like some immigrants

All these damn Xans, it be hard to remember when

Out at Lake Olympia, Jason used to whip the Benz (Yeah)

Drop me off at Meadow Creek, I took the boat to River Bend (Yeah)

I said it ain't no comin' back, no way I thought I'd lose a twin (Twin)

Goin' up another M

Blowin' up will never end

Slowin' up, oh, never then

Goin' dumb will never end

Pourin' up will never end

Tore it up and go again

Used to be just me and twin

Now it's her and all her friends, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, ayy, ayy

5 a.m. in the parkin' lot

Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots

She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (It's lit)

I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock (It's lit)

I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (It's—)

Them ass shots on her make an artist drop

Nigga, damn (Lit)

Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Nigga, damn

Keisha got a G5 body (Body)

Tisha know how to ride that stick like a 'Rari ('Rari, yeah)

Tina walk around with a back like a Hummer (Yeah)

Dropped out of school to get the bag and go dumber (Dumber)

Was in med school, now the meds make the number (Oh)

Outside, bold and beautiful for the summer

She don't wait on men, but wait a min' for the summer (Wait)

Sittin' in the 7, goin' on my tenth summer (Mm, yeah)

Owe it to my fans how we doin' these numbers (Mm)

Way I lay the pipe, might quit the job and be a plumber (Mm, let's—)

Whip the land a lot, but we treat it like a Tundra (Yeah)

Tour 'round my city, let me show ya (Yeah)

Got the basement lookin' like the forest (Yeah)

She seen the whips, now she tryna park some (Yeah)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Lit)

5 a.m. in the parkin' lot

Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots

She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (It's lit)

I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock (It's lit)

I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (It's—)

Them ass shots on her make an artist drop

Nigga, damn (Lit)

Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy)

Nigga, damn

Away, away, away, away

Away, away

Away, away, away, away

Away, away