[Verse 1: Rell Burgundy]
Aye
Snappers, Lemonade-Tea Flop
I caught ya slippin' boy you need socks
I caught the kitchen fever syndrome b**h I need pot
Think I need a nature woman looking for that tree top
f** this hype Jordan sh** a n***a back to Reebok
So you should bang with us or meet pops
You do this 'til the beat stop
b**h I'm flowin' 'til my motherf**ing beat stop
I spit it like I used to beat-box
Remember back in the day
Chicago Bulls snapback with the waves
Threw hands now I'm back to the fade
Its Dub Gang but I ain't acting my age
This pinky nail got me screwing in the ratchetest ways
Nearly registered for cla**es at Dade
But that ain't the wave
Senior came through clutch with immaculate grades
I'm a ATL fan tip my hat to the Braves
I ain't forcing nan hit I'm in my accurate phase
Looking for A can't f** with us
Bet yo chick knows us that's Snuffleupagus
I can teach ya taste buds sauce game succulent
Then touch the pot no oven mitt, I'm f**ing sick
And to you crabs, I'll make you bucket tip
And to the lab, thanks for the supplement
I'm on em bare get m hair cut and clipped
And to the rags, I'm still looking for the rich
Southern sh** a biscuit and a cup of grits
And in the streets lick lips leave her bu*ter drip
Trails of the frail n***a better come equipped
Pull it 'til ya muscle rip
As the game swangs off like my Uncle Tip
[Bridge: Philo B]
I can't stay (Uhmmm)
I can't stay (no no)
I can't stay
I can't stay
I can't stay
[Outro x4: Rell Burgundy]
I ain't a virgin, I got thangs to do
Young guy but the game eighty-two
I'm calm but I'm not afraid of you
If I'm wise stay away from you