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[Intro: Chayo Nash]
They say this, they say that
That boy loco, that's a fact
The say that I was the future
Before racks on racks on racks, yeah
It's super thug, dressed in
Black on black on black
Your click a circle jerk
Wacks on wacks on wacks

[Chorus: Chayo Nash]
Why lie? Never been quite high like this
No lie, ain't gon' find no vibe like this
On the sideline hatin', I just mind my biz
That boy loco, man, he lost it
I can't find my shit

[Verse 1: Chayo Nash]
Homie, you don't know me
Why you tryna ride my dick?
Lil' mama said, she never felt no vibe like this
Ay, let me slide, let me slide
Ain't no slime like this, sauce packet broke
Baby, please don't mind my drip
Diamonds in the Rollie
Look at how they line my wrist
Ain't no Tikin', ain't no Tokin'
Ain't no time like this
All they buzzin' all around
Like some flies, like shit
I got sick of all the bullshit
And the limelight quick
[Chorus: Chayo Nash, Chayo Nash & T-Pain]
Why lie? Never been quite high like this
No lie, ain't gon' find no vibe like this
On the sideline hatin', I just mind my biz
That boy loco, man, he lost it
I can't find my shit
Why lie? Never been quite high like this
No lie, ain't gon' find no vibe like this
On the sideline hatin', I just mind my biz
That boy loco, man, he lost it
I can't find my shit

[Post-Chorus: Chayo Nash & T-Pain]
They say this, they say that (Ooh, oh)
That boy loco, that's a fact (Ooh, oh)
The say that I was the future (Ooh, oh)
Before racks on racks on racks, yeah (Ooh, oh)
It's super thug, dressed in (Ooh, oh, oh)
Black on black on black (Ooh, oh, oh)
Your click a circle jerk
Wacks on wacks on wacks (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
I got a confession ('Fession)
I never been high like this (Yeah)
How do you expect niggas to drive like this?
I got feathers on my dresser
I get fly like this (Yeah)
Hundred fifty on the dash (Ooh)
Sittin' still, haulin' ass (Ooh)
I need the remedy, this shit is sendin' me
Times infinity (Shit), Goddamn
Don't need that Hennessy?
I'm out of energy, this shit is
Hittin' me (Shit), oh, man
Y'all ain't feelin' me, the authenticity
Keep it two-fifty piece, y'all been pissin' me off
I tried to tell 'em, they try me, I wet 'em
But you niggas just did not listen at all
Now did you? (Did you?)
[Bridge: T-Pain]
I don't wanna die like this
You said I'd be okay, why'd you lie like this?
Baby, you said you could open up my mind like this
I knew I should've never trusted you
Baby, I don't miss, that's how I do it

[Chorus: Chayo Nash & T-Pain]
Why lie? Never been quite high like this
(Yeah, that's how I do it)
No lie, ain't gon' find no vibe like this (Gotta go do it)
On the sideline hatin', I just mind my biz (Uh, uh)
That boy loco, man, he lost it (Boop-boop)
I can't find my shit (That's how I do it)
Why lie? Never been quite high like this (Ooh, oh)
No lie, ain't gon' find no vibe like this (Ooh, oh)
On the sideline hatin', I just mind my biz (Ooh, oh, oh)
That boy loco, man, he lost it (Ooh)
I can't find my shit (Oh)

[Post-Chorus: Chayo Nash & T-Pain]
They say this, they say that (Ooh, oh)
That boy loco, that's a fact (Ooh, oh)
The say that I was the future (Ooh, oh)
Before racks on racks on racks, yeah (Ooh, oh)
It's super thug, dressed in (Ooh, oh, oh)
Black on black on black (Ooh, oh, oh)
Your click a circle jerk
Wacks on wacks on wacks (Ooh)
[Outro: T-Pain]
Oh, ooh, oh