 They're saying moose go get em Shit, we about to go sick You know what it is baby They're saying moose go get em You know this is called We sick Champagne out the fridge Ice tray on my wrist Can't knock how I live Bonjour, about to take another trip My back, got me hugging on the hips Fat sonny, on my little brother's I could lay low And still end up in the mix You don't know me