Yo, check it, I be chillin' at the gates of uh kahd, Shorty roll up with a baby brown ox, that's her main squad, I shoot my shot, tell her I pray a lot, Climbin' up the ziggurat, ain't no need to stop, She got a whole flock of sheep, that's a fact, Jars on jars stacked, like she runnin' a trap, But I ain't here to chat about crops or jars, I'm lookin' for a good time, baby, seen Ur in these parts?