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)
Full black trucks takin' parkin' spots (Yeah)
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (Nah)
I'm hard as a motherf**kin', Scott, the rock (Rock)
I give her good d**k, the type that's hard to stop (Hard to stop)
The mash outs wanna make her artist drop (Artist, damn)
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn (Yeah)

12 a.m. at the crib goin' HAM (At the crib)
Order green, countin' bacon, Sam I am him (Him)
Lookin' through the crowd, fan by fan (By fan)
Remember how I used to do it hand by hand
And five niggas want grab a split of twenty, damn (Nah)
Not your average citizens, movin' like some immigrants
All these damn Xans, it be hard to remember when
Out of Lake Olympia, Jason used to whip the Benz (Yeah)
Drop me off at Murda crib, could take the bus to Riverbend
I said it ain't no comin' back, no way I thought I'd lose a twin (Yeah)
Comin' up another M
Blowin' up another M
Slowin' up, but never him (Yeah)
Goin' dumb never never him
Pourin' up another M (Yeah)
Tore it up and go again
Used to be just me and twin
Now it's her and all her friends (Yeah)

Yeah, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
Full 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 motherf**kin', Scott, the rock (Skeet)
I give her good d**k, the type that's hard to stop (It's—)
The mash outs wanna make her artist drop (It's lit)
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn (Yeah)

Keisha got a G5 body (Body)
Teach her not 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 at med school, now the meds make her number (Oh)
Outside, all the beautiful for the summer
She don't wait a min, but wait a minute for the summer (Wait)
Sittin' in the 7, goin' on about ten summer (Mm, yeah)
Owe it to my fans how we doin' these numbers
Way I lay the pipe, I quit the job and be a plumber (Mm, let's go)

We could learn a lot, but we treat it like a time trunk (Yeah)
Two in my city, let me show ya (Yeah)
Got the basement lookin' like the 41 (Yeah)
She seen the way I snap, she tryna bite some (Yeah)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (It's lit)
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
All 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 motherf**kin', Scott, the rock (Skeet)
I give her good d**k, the type that's hard to stop (It's—)
The mash outs wanna make her artist drop
Nigga, damn (It's lit)
Nigga, damn
Nigga, damn

Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away