Call me Joey I'm a Bada$$, Harlem world like Baghdad Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs Bitches on that Pad-ad, -blam!- her with her fat ass I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's swag swag) What the -blam!- you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean Alexander Wang, that's the -blam!-ing jeans, triple beam When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream Leave a -blam!- dead -blam!-ing with the team, magazine Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold Soo-Woo or you true blue, don't get your block yellow taped though Eight bricks get it shaved off, yeen ho yeen' know Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes