作曲 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacques Webster II/Nicholas Balding/Keanu Torres/Stefano Bauer/Quintin Gulledge
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Mustard on the beat, ho

Ayy, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot (Yeah)
All black trucks takin' parkin' spots (Yeah)
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (Yeah)
I'm hard as a mother****in', Scott, the rock (Rock)
I give her good dick, the type that's hard to stop (Hard to stop)
The mash outs wanna make her artist drop (Artist, damn)
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn

12 a.m. at the crib goin' HAM (At the crib)
Order green, countin' bacon, Sam I am
Lookin' through the crowd, fan by fan
Remember how I used to do it hand by hand
And five niggas want grab a split of twenty, damn
Outchea residence movin' like some immigrants
All these damn Xans, it be hard to remember when
Out LA, Olympia, Jason used to whip the Benz
Drop me off at Murda crib, could take the bus to river
I said it ain't no comin' back, no way I thought I'd lose a twin
Comin' up another M
Blowin' up another M
Slowin' up, but never him
Goin' dumb never never him
Pourin' up another M
Tore it up and go again
Used to be just me and twin
Now it's her and all her friends, yeah

Yeah, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
All black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (It's lit)
I'm hard as a mother****in', Scott, the rock (Skeet)
I give her good dick, the type that's hard to stop (It's)
The mash outs wanna make her artist drop
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn

Keisha got a G5 body (Body)
Teach her not to ride that stick like a 'Rari ('Rari)
Tina walk around with a back like a Hummer
Dropped out of school to get the bag and go dumber (Dumber)
Was at med school, now the meds make her number (Oh)
Outside, all the beautiful for the summer
She don't wait a min, but wait a minute for the summer (Wait)
Sittin' in the 7, goin' on about ten summer (Yeah)
Owe it to my fans how we doin' these numbers
Way I lay the pipe, I quit the job and be a plumber

We could learn a lot, but we treat it like a time trunk (Yeah)
Two in my city, let me show ya (Yeah)
Got the basement lookin' like the 41 (Yeah)
She seen the way I snap, she tryna bite some

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Lit)
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
All black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (It's lit)
I'm hard as a mother****in', Scott, the rock (Skeet)
I give her good dick, the type that's hard to stop (It's)
The mash outs wanna make her artist drop
Nigga, damn
Nigga, damn
Nigga, damn

Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away