text: Lyrics from Snippets
  Aim at the tee, Donatello 
  This ice on my fist, ain’t no metal 
  Coupe came equipped with Berettas
   deader 
  I kick...
  ...I got shipped 
  Run it up, they got me a gift 
   whenever I 
  If she mine then she gone get a gift
  You too wavy, you 
  Aim at the tee, Donatello 
  This ice on my fist, ain’t no metal