| I’m living the flow for ‘em |
| It be that nigga that’s from the 'Go, for niggas that don’t know him |
| For all you rappers biting your tongues I hope you choke on them |
| I’m killin rappers, turn 'em to ghosts while niggas is for em |
| Baby, let me coach for em, I’m putting them in the game |
| See I’ma sharp shooter, you better switch up your aim |
| I say my pockets but when you make it rain |
| Treatin' girls like jerseys cause they giving me numbers and names |
| How you goin? Nice to meet ya, yea it’s nice to know me |
| The girls give it to me, you would thinkin' that they owe me |
| One head and |
| What’s my name, Toby? No, I’m Add-2 |
| I’m the one like Obi, you know me |
| Back to the basics, better trace this |
| Can’t erase this, better chase this |
| The nigga be running the track like some Asics |
| Nigga, shit is a breeze, nigga I kill it with ease |
| Competin' with me? |
| Shit, nigga please |
| Bomber and a fly chick, bomber and a fly chick |
| Tick, tick boom, bomber and a fly chick |
| All I need in this cold, cold world |
| Is my down bubble and my down ass girl |
| All I need in this world |
| Is a good night with a bad ass girl and I’m cool |
| Similar to a pool in the summertime |
| Got me feelin' like a ceiling, I be over their mind |
| Wine, I get better with time |
| Watch, I look better in lime |
| Light, see the way that we shine |
| Bright, them niggas is blind |
| And we don’t play like we ride the |
| And my niggas be having |
| Whatchu think, we talkin' bout? |
| No man, we still makin' them classics |
| Never change, like blackberry molasses |
| More jams than traffic, no nigga can’t pass it |
| Roast, toast niggas without raisin' our glasses |
| I know you praying on this |
| I’m sorry, that don’t exist |
| You know I be killing beginning to end |
| It beginning to feel like a symphony |
| Ripping this rapping like it was a ribbon |
| I’m wrapping, it’s Christmas nigga |