[Intro]
Damn, dylAn, I see you all flexed up and shit now. Dressed up all in the MSFTS and shit, dawg. The short shorts on, bro? Nigga, look at them glutes, man, I ain't on some sus shit, dawg. You know you my nigga, right?

[Chorus: dylAn]
And I'm flexin' like my dad (True)
Can't get an Uber, call a cab (Who?)
Told you I'm done bein' sad (Ayy)
Wait, on the way (Way)
Tryna skrrt where you are (Skrrt)
Told you I don't have a car (Car)
I guess I can meet up tomorrow, I'm fly
As fuck... and I'm flexin' like my homies
Swear to God I think I'm Stovie (What up?)
Or Tag Reed, maybe D'Artiste (What up Daniel?)

[Verse 1: dylAn & Jaden Smith]
On the way (Swag), tryna- where you are (Are)
Told you I don't have a car (Car)
Told you I don't have a car (Fly)
But I had to turn around ('Round)
Didn't know I was in town (No)
Shoulda hit you when I touched down, that's it (It)
So I had to take a trip
So I had to do a flip (Flip)
Too much standin' up, I had to sit (Sit)
And fuck it, I'll throw a parade (Uh)
And I'm flexin' like I'm Gabe (Gabe, yeah, yeah)
And I'm flexin' like I'm gay (Yeah, yeah)
Life of the party (Yah, yah)
Life of the- uh, have a sip, yeah
Who you know gon' be this fly with a set of twins on a swing set?
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