SAG HARBOR

Ayy, ayy, just talk some shit for a second Cobra, uh Uh Cobra These things got shorty pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' up Ayy, brother, ayy These things got shorty pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' up

Uh, lampin' in the Hamptons Lookin' for estates, not a mansion

Scannin' for the acreage in the pamphlet I think this the big one, Sanford Son got his fourth number one in a row, I'm a champion Don't tap the glass, see Rather tap the pedal on the chassis Call it Jasper, it's blowin' gassy Boys ain't got no rhythm, up-tempo got 'em aggy She spongin' on my plankton, it got her movin' crabby Took the plane to Martha, damn how much it cost ya?

Blink and it's 182, Travis Barker But this the baby one, this the lava Easier to get from Sag Harbor, all bargain, all August Australia, picked up another bag, no garbage I'm tired if we keepin' it facts Huh, huh, fuck work, bro, I need to relax Huh, huh, peace of mind what I need to get back, yeah, uh

These things got shorty pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' up These things got shorty pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' up

Yeah, I'm grindin' like it's '02, beatin' on the table I'm tryna tag a hundred million dollars out the label To you, that's just a fable I show up with a camera and a ruler just In case it's hard for them to get my angle I'm with my nigga Lionel, uh, bluffin' on the island, uh Talkin' 'bout a village we could build, I'm feelin' tribal, uh Freedom is my destination, prayin' that it's final Shipped that car for three M's and they forgot to send the title Goddamn it, the moment where your idol is your rival

I'm flyin' through the fire and I ain't break a sweat yet

Keep a little water in the vial Nino Brown necklace, custom-made Lexus

Lust in my body, make commitments, see the exit I pray to God I settle down and stop the second-guessin'

Guilt from my - got me emotionally regressin' Until then, I'm pollywog leapin' in affection now, ah

These things got shorty pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' up These things got shorty pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' up

Ayy, I gave niggas shoulders they could cry on

I ain't like they nature, so I had to switch the biome

They ain't seein' green from me, I'm switchin' to an iPhone

Fuck who y'all callin' the best?

I seen they ticket sales, give it a rest They got y'all craniums hexed I'm on the road to doin' stadiums next But y'all keep countin' me out like, "What's the cheat code?"

Clumsy-ass niggas still worried about a street code We supposed to own the ball and y'all Worried 'bout shootin' free throws For dumb dollars, Don Dadas, son dodgers The catalyst to all the world's problems White bitches sayin', "Period" at end of the sentence

But wouldn't let the black girls they copy inside of they kitchen (Man, you a coon, shut up) I be off the coast, bro Away from these crumbs, countin' bread and eatin' toast, bro Backseat of the Phantom, tell the driver move it slow-mo I want them to see me like the bottom of a boat, bro Buddy mad-mouth me, so we clean him with the scope, bro We don't brush it off, we keep a stick to chew and blow, bro

Big pause, you need a big jaw to talk these numbers I'm givin' niggas time to tuck they summer Their ears yellow like the two niggas that spazz on frontin'

Forty fumes, only gas I'm puffin', nigga, it's nothin' Come get with me, ooh

Bitch These things got shorty pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' up You can ride to this Foggy mornings, yeah