Ándale

Now when I'm walking through the party, please don't reach at me

I need space when I breach the scene

I start thinking 'Could it be the cheese that they peep on me?'

Like Bill Russell, you gon' see these rings

And yeah, they hear me like a CD, please don't come close

Catch frostbite 'cause I'm cold as three degrees, ma

Matter fact, I'm easily so fly

I got 'em wondering how big my wings could be

I got these people saying 'Sheesh' and 'Jeez'

The way I'm out here steppin', got 'em thinking I wear cleats in streets

Tell my plug I need keys and G's

For them it's tough but for me this shit be a breeze