[Intro: Gavin the HotRod]

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Gavin the HotRod]

I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
Like right now
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
Right now

[Verse 1: Gavin the HotRod]

Look, I got pro'lems
That I'm solvin' with He, eh
I got pro'lems
That I solve on the beat
Walk a mile in my shoes
Well, they too big fo' yo' feet
Don't find my stats [?]
The way I'm catchin' the breeze, yeah
And you boys lookin' at me
Like, "Oh, God"
Please tell me what I gotta do
To be on
I don't know but in reality
I'm spazzin' on these casualties
'Cause all these little numbers
Actin' like they gone
Now I don't know what you 'bout
I've been stompin' through darkness
While I've been boxin' these rounds
I've been KO'ing demons
The ref screamin', "He down"
Now I'm trainin' fo' Satan
I'm 'bout to knock that boy out
Right now, uh
And I'm like
"Gimme the flow"
All these rappers talkin' manage
But they prolly need mo'
I've been tryna do my thing
Fo' a minute and change
And I've been rippin' through these brains
Every chance that I get, yeah
[Chorus: Gavin the HotRod, Jon Keith]

Gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
Like right now (yeah)
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
Like right now (yeah)

[Verse 2: Jon Keith]

It's just me and my team
Deep in the Coupe
I don't like sittin' still
But y'all don't like how we move
But you could gimme that hate
Because I promise, I'm cool
The presence of conflict
Just mean you dealin' with the truth
I got no issue with findin' things
So I'm tossin' out the chalice
And these demons don't get too keen
I'm killin' in New Balance
With my crown tatted on my wrist
In my new palace
And I know that you ain't with the beef
So go get you a salad, uh!
How 'bout this
How 'bout this, you like takin' risks
I'm on ten, yet again
I might offend
All you rappers
All you demons, all you fake friends
Only in my second year
I'm talkin' like a veteran
Star in that play, right
Who keep the gang tight
We be wearin' all black
But signin' like a daylight
Boy fell back
But I stay solvin' pro'lems
You look like you need a tutor
Come through, I got 'em
[Chorus: Gavin the HotRod]

I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
Like right now
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
Right now, I'm like

[Verse 3: Ruslan]

I'm like gimme that ownership
Then I got a hold of it
If I carry my cross
I don't want you to shoulder it
As you give me the run around
I don't need you to come around
They keep callin' me underground
But I told 'em, "I'm over"
And, no, you cannot buy masses
And I ain't speakin' of rappers
And we keep shinin' that light
As we keep on tweakin' the aperture
And the power's so infinite
I don't give 'em my benefit
Tryna syndicate the syndicate
But the squad has been infamous
Six figures
Fo' six years
I gotta that fo' seven
With these peers
In three years, to be clear
I'm still here
All ego money
I just need the evil from me
Fall with that three up on me
[?] like we the army
Got that sound from melancholy
I'm tryna figure out where the party at
Comin' fo' the heart
Like it's a cardiac
Indie Jones on the way
Incapable of any lollygag
[Outro: Gavin the HotRod]

Gimme that
I'm like gimme that, gimme that
I'm like gimme that
Man, I told you to give it to me
You ain't want to
Call the big bros, we ate it up
And that's yo' pro'lem
Know what I'm sayin'?
Geez, man