Super Bowl Halftime

Lyrics

[Intro] What? Uh Yeet Cash out Yeet (AR) AR, AR What? Yeet Cash out (What?) Uh, what? 16-year-old wit' me, feel what I'm sayin'? Y'all with me? Woo (Yeet) Uh Yeet (What?) What? (Talkin' that mother— what?) What? [Verse] Smokin' the dope that I snuck on the airplane Land in New York, I was gone fifty seconds Nicholas Cage, when I walk with the weapon When I get caught, yeah, I'm switchin' the weapon Look at my outfit; the Dior I'm oozin' Rollin' with Benz, you'll be back-to-back couptin' Gun like a ruler, don't look at my chain I popped a perc for the fun, not the pain Cuffin' these bitches, my nigga, I fucked it I put on the Dickies, they matchin' the Chukkas [?] Overseas shopping, I feel like a tourist I poured a three on my Mars [?] Fifties, a hundreds, I tell my bitch count it Freeze in Mt. Everest, look at my diamonds Shoot out the window, that's how we blind them Ready, full clips, I was grindin'