[Intro] Yuh… Ayy, ayy, ayy— Turn my mic up— nah, turn me up. This that big dumb energy, bruh. Haha—yeah! --- [Hook] I’m on that wild sht, talk loud, don’t dial sht, Pulled up late, still styled, b*tch. Life a free show, I’m the pilot, If it don’t make sense, I’ma smile it. I’m on that wild sh*t, broke boy make mileage, Whole block know my silence violent. Ain’t got cash but I got timing, And a grin so slick, it’s a crime, man. --- [Verse 1] I walk in like a meme come alive, Flip-flops squeak, still clean when I slide. Drink warm beer, talk deep to the sky, Say dumb stuff but it sound real wise. Chain fake, still swing like mood swings, Whole crew look like bad news in blue jeans. Talk slick, eat chips, no blue cheese, If they hate, tell ‘em “Do you — and do me.” Yeah, I’m the rumor in your group chat, Off-brand vodka in a soup hat. Mouth runnin’ like a bootleg podcast, But I make the crowd jump — bomb blast! --- [Hook] I’m on that wild sh*t, don’t plan, just vibe it, Life too short, I’ma drive it sideways. Say I’m dumb — cool, I’m survivin’, If chaos pay rent, I’m thrivin’. I’m on that wild sht, talk loud, don’t dial sht, Pulled up late, still styled, b*tch. Ain’t no rulebook, I rewrote it, Half broke, half god, all loaded. --- [Verse 2] I been off, but I been on one, Heart full gas, brain long gone. Yell at the moon till the sun come up, My girl say chill, I just yell “WHAT?!” I’m that “maybe” friend with the wild ideas, Sellin’ mixtapes at Ikea. Tell the cop “bro, it’s art, chill,” He like “you again?” I’m like “yeah, still.” Never clean, but I stay fresh, Stress smell like cologne on my chest. Life a mess, I just bless the wreck, If they talk too soft, I just flex my neck. --- [Bridge – spoken / crowd energy] (beat drop to silence) Yeah… y’all too calm. You gotta get weird to feel real. Say “wild sht!” (crowd yells: “WILD SHT!”) Say “wild sh*t!” (crowd again) Yeah that’s right — now act like you mean it! --- [Final Hook] I’m on that wild sht, talk loud, don’t dial sht, Pulled up broke, still styled, b*tch. Every L I take, I file it, Then smile big just to stylize it. I’m on that wild sh*t, sunburned, unbothered, Lost my ID, still top charted. Ain’t rich, but I talk like I’m audit, They can’t stop it — I’m chaotic. --- [Outro] Ayy… yeah. I’m built weird. If peace was a test, I’d cheat. Stay wild. Stay broke. Stay heat. (beat fades with laughter and “Yuh!” ad-libs)
