Verse 1:
I popped out the truck like vroom-vroom-BLAM,
Mountain Man swag, got beef jerky in my hand.
Rollin’ deep with flavors: cherry, blue, banana,
Car so sweet, got cavities in Atlanta.
Ooooh damn, I’m ‘bout to go hammer,
Smack these blocks like I’m Thor with a sledgehammer.
Stop—drop—pop—lock—
Candyland fight night at the Wonka shop!
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Verse 2:
Wait—hold up—Imma freeze y’all quick,
Money from the line like a free throw swish.
Bet you ain’t know nothin’ ’bout me though—
I got diamond juice pumpin’ through my IV flow.
Bang like a pop-off, smooth with the knock-out,
Crowd yellin’ louder than your mama at a cookout.
Sting like a hornet, light up like a saber,
No green blazer—I dress like a space invader.
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Verse 3:
Shoulder rock—lean—slide like butter,
Mirror on the wall said, “Bruh, ask your mother.”
Tried to flex back but it ghosted my call,
So I rolled up my money and smoked it all.
Skrrt in the coupe, lights, camera, wow,
I’m the comet in your sky, not a star—I’m a plow.
So fantastic, call me Stretch Armstrong,
Abracadabra—I’m gone like your last thong.
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Bridge / Nursery Flip:
Gave it to you now I’m takin’ it back,
Jill fell off ‘cause she tripped on Jack.
James got stuck in that big-ass peach,
Wolf ate pork like a Sunday feast.
Oh I wish, oh I wish I was an Oscar Mayer snack,
But instead I’m out here with this candy backpack.
Wonka got treats, Tonka got trucks,
Hi I’m Floyd, and I don’t give a… duck.
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Final Line (Drop The Mic):
Yeah I talk noise, and I’m wild somehow—
But even Floyd gets rocked by that Boom Boom Pow!