[Verse 1: M.Wade]
Told me write a 16... and to make it sweet
Sweeter than a tournament, show no defeat
She a bomb in the bed, she go off on these sheets
Never losing in my game, my n***as wanna eat
We got that OceanDrive, that Tsunami wave
Only hang with real people, never chill with fakes
Told me I ain't know to how to hit...didn't think that I could rake
Guess I make believers outta haters...right
Yea...At least I think I do, I think I do
Now they telling lies to heem, someone kick heem out the crew
Now he get that got feeling like, something he was about to do
They told me I change it up too much, and all I have to say is sue
Yea, don't admit it but you know its true
I'm in the mainstream singing with some auto tune
And I put that on my life, no one's ever stopping
Someone tell Fetti Krueger, he don't need no other options
[Verse 2: J.Grove]