[Intro: Steven Malcolm]
Ayy, yeah
It's on point like "Yee!" (Woo!)
It's on point like "Yee!" (Ooh)
Now act like the boy went "Woah" (Let's get it)
It's on point like "Yee!" (Go)
Woah, anyways
Hey (Ayy), ayy, ayy, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Steven Malcolm]
Know I gotta grind on the daily, yeah (Daily)
Pass on point like Brady (Yee, yee)
Game time, 'bout to crazy (Woah)
Squad so deep that we look like the Navy (Go)
[Chorus: Steven Malcolm]
Pass on point like Brady (Brady)
Pass on point like Brady (Sho')
Pass on point like Brady (Let's go)
Pass on point like Brady (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Steven Malcolm]
Had a teenage dream like Katy (Let's get it)
I'm doin' what I love, and they pay me (Yeah, yeah)
Two years and the fans still waiting (What?)
Guess they pass on point like Brady (Let's go)
I mash on a boy like Navy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rage on the stage, made the crowd go crazy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, crazy)
Put the tune up, pack it up, rack it up
Had it lookin' like a trap house in the eighties (Go)
I care 'bout time, so I gave my family more
Some be so blind, I think that's what I'm here for
So many people pretendin', can't do no more
God gave me signs sayin' this not my pinnacle
That's why I've been trippin', that's why I've been layin' low
Dippin' these interviews, been tryna get to know
My own self, then get back to the music
I might go stupid, so God can use it (Yee, yee, yee, yee)
Ayy, yeah
It's on point like "Yee!" (Woo!)
It's on point like "Yee!" (Ooh)
Now act like the boy went "Woah" (Let's get it)
It's on point like "Yee!" (Go)
Woah, anyways
Hey (Ayy), ayy, ayy, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Steven Malcolm]
Know I gotta grind on the daily, yeah (Daily)
Pass on point like Brady (Yee, yee)
Game time, 'bout to crazy (Woah)
Squad so deep that we look like the Navy (Go)
[Chorus: Steven Malcolm]
Pass on point like Brady (Brady)
Pass on point like Brady (Sho')
Pass on point like Brady (Let's go)
Pass on point like Brady (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Steven Malcolm]
Had a teenage dream like Katy (Let's get it)
I'm doin' what I love, and they pay me (Yeah, yeah)
Two years and the fans still waiting (What?)
Guess they pass on point like Brady (Let's go)
I mash on a boy like Navy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rage on the stage, made the crowd go crazy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, crazy)
Put the tune up, pack it up, rack it up
Had it lookin' like a trap house in the eighties (Go)
I care 'bout time, so I gave my family more
Some be so blind, I think that's what I'm here for
So many people pretendin', can't do no more
God gave me signs sayin' this not my pinnacle
That's why I've been trippin', that's why I've been layin' low
Dippin' these interviews, been tryna get to know
My own self, then get back to the music
I might go stupid, so God can use it (Yee, yee, yee, yee)
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