[Intro: KB, Parris Chariz]

I need to make sure that we on the same page, alright?
No nonsense
OK, OK, OK
Aye, OK
Lemme talk

[Chorus: Parris Chariz]

Uh
Right back where he left off with it
Uh
KB DM'd me, I put the clip in
Aye
Gabby Douglas, boy, this flip-alific
Aye
I got G in me, you need to listen

[Verse 1: Parris Chariz]

Aye, OK
No pace, hit Orlando
I sell water out the bando
Move like Rambo in the camo
This faith that look on Andrew
Pump fists, I pick my afro
Kaepernick, might drop off camera
Man, this classic, this a masterpiece
Uh
And the P is for Pablo
Tryna outrun diablo
Say she look like Rihanna
I said if God not her motto
Me no speaka the nonsense
But she bad, I had to think
Like, "Was that really Rihanna?"
Uh, no
I'm runnin' with my freedom like a check
Aye, uh
I'm tryna keep the water on the deck
Aye, uh
Geekin' on a wet boy, that's a tech
OK
Reachin' all yo' verses made me stress
Water mix like alchemy
The come up had a canopy
It's no big deal, it happened naturally
Me and Jarry gon' start academies
Teach 'em all the wave or [?]
Rays are fraud, she built me up
Ain't have a sin to give, He lift me up
Ain't have a pot to piss, but richened up
Ain't have a heart to face, but this in us
Thinkin' of the grace of God, I'm still alive
Thinkin' of the last, she took to blink yo' eyes
That was all the past, the pres' inside the lines
I got, woo!
No chains like I'm J. Cole
Uh
He got diamonds, but they fake though
Huh
His cube is dancin' like they fable
Yeah
He can't wear 'em in the rain
I came up, I'm not the same
Been free, ain't got no chains
I was on the brink, I had to link up
My brothers kept me sane
Now I'm, aye
No chains like I'm 21
Aye
No shame, watch me run it up
Aye
Think you wavin', you ain't done enough
Aye
Super Splash Bros comin' up
[Break: Parris Chariz]

Aye
We'll talk about that
Aye
OK

[Verse 2: Parris Chariz]

Uh
Wave ain't dead, come and drown in it
And my life ain't good without God in it
I level up, you see the floor plans
You was rollin' loud, now you a cold fan
Pump-fakin' for the whole 'Gram
She gotta pray at night before the pole dance
He gotta watch his back, he got the wrong friends
Who low spittin', he could get the close fam
We all slaves, 'cause 'Ye said it
We all saved till there's race in it
I was peepin' trouble with the base pitchin'
No chains, but the neck glisten
Come alive like Mace did
Gotta feed the real, no more safe writtens
I'ma give 'em God with the bass hittin', like woo!
[Break: Parris Chariz]

Uh
OK, OK, OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK, OK, OK
And then I'ma- I'ma go back to- I'ma go back to the top
Like this, aye

[Chorus: Parris Chariz]

OK, OK
Right back where he left off with it
Uh
KB DM'd me, I put the clip in
Aye
Gabby Douglas, boy, this flip-alific
Aye
I got G in me, you need to listen

[Outro: Parris Chariz, KB, KB's son]

Aye
OK, OK, OK
Lemme talk
Appreciate it, KB
Aye, aye
That's it
Hey, hey, hey
Was that nonsense?
Uh, no