[Sir Michael Rocks:]
Whoa
Whoa, hey, hey, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, diamonds
Diamonds
[?], huh, call 'em up
I need all the yuh
Get the girls, put 'em in line
I need eight or nine

Call me up, whip a rock
Tater tot, breakfast spot
Every day, that's all I
Got to kill
I count my blessings with an abacus
Abracadabra, I got the magic wrist
I got a squad out assemblin', you're tremblin'
Suck my dictionary, Marriani on the emblem
Knew I was the GOAT from my zodiac symbol
Four by four trucks pullin' up to the window
I roll the window down from the tint
When I send 'em
No sticks, no seeds
Good weed, gluten-free
Back again, coconut water
You, not that baby father

[Sir Michael Rocks