[Bridge]
Hey
Ey
Ey
Ey
Ey
Ey
Now I'm flying, soaring
Now I'm out
These Saturdays, these Saturdays
I feel like Young Joc
No more magic ooh ooh ooh
These Saturdays, these Saturdays
Yeah
Now I said back the fuck off of me, I'm drunk
These Saturdays, these Saturdays
Think I'm Paul McCartney, Kanye
These Saturdays, these Saturdays

[Verse 1]
Saturday morning, watching my new shit
Being a nuisance, mama might lose it
She be complaining that I ain't do dishes
But I got cereal waiting and I got to get it
Criss-cross how I'm sitting
This Xbox ain't stopping, this (?) juice hitting
And now when its Saturday morning I got me a headache from sinning
Parlay with police, don't want go to prison
They pulled us over 'cause they think we n***as
They look for guns, all we got is some slippers
Searching for (?) like the biggest contender

[Break]

[Verse 2]
Ey
Ey
Now I'm back at it, craftmatic
Wasn't running, asthmatic
Saturday my ass napping
All defense on, ask Madden
Little ass n***a had to grew up quick
MTV jams, I seen screwed up click
If I go out Imma do dumb shit
Somethings won't change and I knew that shit
They try and kill us, candy and soda
They pull us over, filling that quota
Mama be worried, I don't be sober
She never lying, but it ain't over