Okay, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy Look, it go left, right, ayy, left, right Left, right, ayy Hold up, I ain't with that That one try to get his leg back Pull up, pew, spin, back Pull up, pew, spin, back Sweaty palms, two-stepping, eighth-grade dance Turn that Roscoe Dash off, I'm tryna hold hands Goodwill had the drip of an old man Oversized Air Force Ones in the soul tan I been stompin' with the big dawg, Xena Fast forward, prom night, got the whip cleaned up Perfect day, type of day that I dreamed of Devil tried to run a fade and got beamed up Bang, bang, bang How my love go? I been fiendin' for the scripture, where the plug go? Swizzy tap me on my shoulder, got your gun, bro? I'm in the presence of the Lord, what I need my gun for? Could you imagine singing Bethel when them boys say run it? Put your hands in the air and clip to your stomach? Bro took the mask off like, why you ain't run it? Took a deep breath, looked at him and said, he's comin' Yeah, he comin' back soon I got saved 1 a.m. in the back room Cryin' hard, why the God save a bad dude? He said, you don't hate me, son, you was in a bad mood Can't convince me servin' God was a bad move I be havin' good days and somethin' sad too Wanna learn about God, well, I'm glad to Tell you about good fruit, this ain't bad food Hold up, I ain't with that Devil tried to get his leg back Pull up, spin back Pull up, spin back Hold up, I ain't with that Devil tried to get his leg back Pull up, spin back Pull up, spin back Hold up, I ain't with that Devil tried to get his leg back Pull up, spin back Pull up, spin back Hold up, I ain't with that Devil tried to get his leg back Pull up, spin back Pull up, spin back Hold up, I ain't with that