Lyrics

[Intro: Kool Keith] Hot jacket I jack it like a jacket [Verse 1: Kool Keith] Stimulated thoughts with that National Basketball Association crossover Always boss over, for an easy two My paragraphs dip and move I'm up there, my hand can stretch and touch the moon Bust a hard right on Lexington My shopper gives her messages My vocals, I pass 'em off to messengers The American dream like Heems Words slide on the Bruckner breeze off the Queens Women can't wait in they tight jeans Most rappers, I pull 'em up like shirt sleeves That's just me, T.O.P I'm Obi with the toppin' Burnin' rap like a turkеy sausage Who cares and who do and don't pay homage Ah, on thе floor, that's them, that's that vomit Yeah, they on the floor, most rappers are on the floor Darling, whatever happened Floor Darling Look happy [Verse 2: Heems] Ayo, your bars elementary like Abbott Me, I'm a Rukawa, 11-11 jacket You can't see me, I'm in the next tax bracket I'll break your nose with your pickleball racket She topping me, Obi, make her come quickly Gave her a rose and she gave me a hickey She stay on point like her last name Brunson Gave her my heart at the Emirates in London Post up in the crib and you know we play the Sims I copped her Orange Julius, we watch above the rims Traveled a thousand miles, we sittin' on the queue We shop at Kiehl's, she said she never heard of you I'm in my Knicks bag, its deep like Mary Poppins My plate full with the seasoning and toppings I'm sellin' drugs to the parents on the school street Yo, check me out, I got a song with Kool Keith Darling Whatever happened, darling Whatever happened, I take the blame Oh, I'm not ashamed, girl