CHORUS yea on it hop on the beat and I run it want it I want the leaves and the onions supersonic listen to all of my phonics onyx rocks in my watch look like onyx Verse 1 solid as a mfn jockey gripping on her mfn head like the bonnet slave ass nigga yea I know that I'm chocolate not cocky blessed yes so I'm feeling like a prophet deaf ear to the bullshit to the gossip dont pose for the crowd I am not Ricky Bobby sleeping on me nope nah not a option 1st time on stage Canada yea I rocked it wait switch up quick as a hiccup flex on the beat like a mfn situp carry that heat I feel like Jimmy butler when you hear SAUCE they ain't talking bout mustard these men feminine I mistake em for custard buster niggas cant hang around me and if you spot one then he paying a fee multiply that by whatever I see