[Chorus: Mr. Finley]
Here the hell I am, there the fuck I go
When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know
They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, fuck yeah
My nigga ay
This is who I am, this is how I go
And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show
They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah fuck yeah
My nigga ay

[Verse 1: Mr. Finley]
I like you, I watch
I only came for the bitches to jock
I brought some live-wires with me and they're ready to pop
Any disrespect we're turning up to the top
I fuck with players, you work with haters
So that make you a hater by association
I west coast it
Bitch rollerskating, feeling like a President
When I lead we motorcading
The total package, batteries included
Sorry producer, I assault and battery your music
I have to do it, the whole world watchin'
Catch me in the sky, probably while you birdwatchin' (there I go)
I'm up-up and away
I don't need a phone number , I am fucking today
And you can bet that when I come that I ain't comin' to play
Who got a problem? Who want drama? Who got something to say?
Ay
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