Lyrics:
Up, up, up (ayy) up, up
(This is fire) look
Once upon a time man, I heard that I was ugly
Came from a bitch, who nigga wanna fuck on me
I said my face bomb, ass tight
Racks stack up Shaq height
Jewelry on me, flashlight
I been lit since last night
Hit him with that good good
Make a nigga act right
Broke boys don't deserve no pussy
(I know that's right)
Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked
It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Birkin bag Bardi back and all you bitches fucked
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck huh
Up then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck huh
I could make the party hot
I could make your body rock
Bitches say they fuckin' with me
Chances are they probably not
If I had a dick you probably lick it like a lollipop
Hoes speakin' Capanese hit 'em with karate chop
I'm forever poppin' shit
Pullin' up and droppin' shit
Gotta argue with him, 'cause a nigga love a toxic bitch
Niggas out here playin' gotta make him understand
If ain't no ring on my finger you ain't goin' on my 'Gram
I said my face bomb, ass tight
Racks stack up Shaq height
Jewelry on me, flashlight
I been lit since last night
Hit him with that good good
Make a nigga act right
Broke boys don't deserve no pussy
(I know that's right)
Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked
It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Birkin bag Bardi back and all you bitches fucked
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh
Up then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh
Bitches ain't fuckin' with me now and I can see why
Dirty ass, dusty ass bitch, you got pink eye
Bitches want smoke until I brin' it to they doorstep
Tell that bitch, "That bad breath smell like horse sex"
Put it on him now, he will never be the same
Tatted on my ass 'cause I really like the pain
He nutted on my butt, I said, "I'm glad that you came"
If that nigga had a twin, I would let 'em run a train
Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked
It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Birkin bag Bardi back and all you bitches fucked
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh
Up then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh
Gotta play it safe, huh, no face no case
Ooh
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve)
Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit)
If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (ooh)
Whoa, think a vibe just start vibratin' (vibe)
Don't do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing)
Shawty got the K, don't entertain threats (grah-grah)
Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same)
Bust it down, she talkin' body language (it's lit)
Eating that punane got my bangs wet (eat it up)
We gon' have to change for the banquet (drippin')
Solo with Mulsanne is not the same specs (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, left with something I ain't came with (alright)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, ice, froze, go, get, gone
Get gone (yeah, yeah)
Three main bitches thinkin' they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with
(Straight up, straight up)
Don't you come outside, we on that gang shit
(Straight up, straight up)
Had to switch my t-shirt 'cause she stained it (on God)
Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)
Fuckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now)
I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now
(Straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it's 'bout my bae or 'bout some smoke I'm on my way
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Your bitch gave the kid Cudi but I'm not signed to Ye (on God)
I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Baby Face (21)
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve)
Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit)
If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (ooh)
Whoa, think a vibe just start vibratin' (vibe)
Long live the legend
My secret weapon
Big Scarr
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can't tell that I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can't tell that I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Uh, they know I'm the shit
Can't find a nigga like me, they can't do it like this
I know that I got niggas pissed, if it ain't 'bout no beef, guess he mad 'cause I'm fuckin' his bitch
When I'm in the booth, every time it's a hit, they like, "Damn, this jit nigga really don't miss"
Take you to lo' with this widebody kit, with no stop, drop the ceilin', just shooters in it
Finna go ice up my neck and my wrist just to show all my haters a lil' nigga lit
Never will I go out sad 'bout a bitch, you a lame tellin' ho like you havin' this shit
I'm still with the frontline, I'ma hit after that, you were cuffin' and wifin' the bitch
I hit the club with the Reapers, the switches, you play, then we losin' the laws on this bitch
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can't tell that I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
Say he in the field, put his ass in a tree
Can't tell that I got it, just know it's in reach
Hop in the coupe with no room for the key
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
Trappin' and rappin', I do it with ease
This shit that I'm smoking, I barely can breathe
I'm a rich nigga, I do what I please
In the back of the Phantom, but I got the key (wow)
See, 100K cheap to me, why would I lease?
I nutted and dipped, she like, "Why would you leave?" (Yeah)
The jit wanna sign with me, say it's his dream
He can see the trial, but can't make the team (yo)
7.62 bullets rip through his spleen (grah)
EMT on the same, cuttin' off his jeans (well, damn)
Make me say one thing and get that shit cleared
I can spent two mil', we get a year (woah)
Like snow on the ground, they drop salt on my feet
My bitch worth a bitch, she like, "Why would you cheat?"
All these niggas and all these hoes in here, somebody here gon' fuck
Talking that, walking that, spitting at hoes
Smoking this, drinking that, hitting at hoes
Fuck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em both
Have one riding dick, one licking my toes
When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love involved
No hugs, no kisses
Bear rugs, bear britches
Rare bitches like to pose in them Blacktail pictures
Bitch jumped off my dick
Is that Dre over there
Yeah
I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no telling what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad bitch laying next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
Come on let's get high, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high, high
Let's get high, all my ladies
Let's get high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stomping in the party
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fucking something in this bitch
Hit 'em with some gangsta shit
Put something in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm looking real saucy in my gangsta-ass Staceys
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'
Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncing
Down to
Yo what up Scram Jones
Mel-Man what's cracking
Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here
Nigga what, I'm a hustling bitch
I like them get rich niggas
Them hit the switch niggas
Niggas bout the sex and which bitch to hit next
While I'm kicking my game and collecting them checks
Got all y'all niggas vexed to fuck this triple-X rated ho
You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though
Roq don't stop, can't be dropping no drawers
To the niggas how you figure got you shitting in yours
Yeah, little dicks always running they mouth
While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out
All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about
Get the loot, get the ice
Fuck the wife, no doubt
Trying to live lavish
Marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggas that hollered at me
Pop the Cris'
Whip the six and shit
And have all y'all niggas limp when I twist my shit
Yeah, bitch ass niggas
Dre]
Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Kurupt]
Come on let's get high (high..)
let's get high (high..)
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with that
Episode, tell me is ya with that
I don't like it, I love it, I wanna grip it and touch it
I'm tryin' to hit it and fuck it, stab it and stick it and stuck it
Get you to lick it and suck it and kiss it after I nutted
We can be friends, ain't gotta be seen in the public
I'm about that verb, that action, have that coochie having contractions
When I be smashing and smacking and sapping, thrusting and thrashing
Sit back and relax and have a glass of this bottle
Earl Stevens selections, mango moscato
Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya
Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya
My eyes salute ya, you a sight for sore eyes, booty and thighs
You and yo' girls should get with me and my guys
Come and get a bar of this mackin', baby girl, get rid of that sap
He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl, that dude is a cat!
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, how ya like me now?
Nutted up in the pen, now it's 94
Back in L.A., and I'm bailin' through the do'
Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch
So where the work at?
[Bizzy]
Running with gats and bats
so nigga don't test rest or you get a peeled cap
pap pap that pump better check that gun
for a nigga done get that skull cracked
Lil' Rip done rolled up
the bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up
Let's swerve to the birds set up a hold up
so many bodies me blowed up
Nuts bucks and guts nigga mistakin' them balls for dogs
All niggas'll get mauled no thing to pick up a pump
and people know ya and never hold ya especially when them rolls up
Bet I bringin' in them guns run a thug get low down
You don't want to get nutted cause' nigga you gonna get bloody
once you see the braids and skully
Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya?
You're gonna ruin my career, you better get one
Like I'ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt
That made me put up with her psycho ass over six months
And only spread her legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say I'm lucky
Tell the public that I was so ugly
That you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me
Second base, what the fuck you tell Nick, Pumpkin
The second week we were dry humping, that's gotta count for something
Listen, girly, surely you don't want me to talk about how I nutted early
'Cause I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel, your stomach's curling
Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassing me I'm embarrassing you
And don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as that song's gettin airplay, I'm dissin' you
I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued
I was gonna stop at sixteen, that was thirty-two
This is thirty-four bars, we ain't even third of the way through
Damn Slim, Mariah played you, Mariah who?
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm fuckin' the bitch in a pent' (ski)
I'm fuckin' that bitch in a Patek (ski, ski)
I fucked a lil' bitch on the couch (ski)
We fuckin' all over the house (mop)
She said, "Ain't no teeth on ya cock" (yeah)
You took the words right out of my mouth (mop)
I took the bitch out of her county
Then dropped the bitch off on the South (mop)
I nutted all over her face (mop)
And now she look like a cow (mop)
Let's go to Saint-Tropez (mop)
This bitch 'bout to sprint out the house, pew (mop)
Monica Lewinsky (ski)
Pass me your friendski (ski, ski)
I did a spinski (ski)
Out of a Benzski (ski, ski)
Everything is fancy (fancy)
Music in the pantry (yeah)
Twenty-foot Christmas tree (twenty)
This is how Christmas be (yeah)
Ridin' down McAfee (skkrt-skkrt)
Two gun, Pistol Pete (yeah)
Yeah, real right Blood (Blood)
Boolin' in the 'Yo with my club (club)
Yeah, spider web spud (spider)
Kickin' my pimpin', no crutch (ye)
Young nigga so bossed up (what?)
Shit a nigga know you're so tough, but bitch I want to go fuck
"I wanna" take you upstairs, and do dat dere
Hell motherfucking yeah
See I'm a real player and I won't waste your time
I've been a starter, I ain't never sat the fuckin pine
Stay on the front line, it's all by de-sign
Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime
Everything is fizzine, rollin up a dizzime
D-o-double-g I got bitches waitin in lizzine
"I wanna"
Cruisin baby, come ride with me
(Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me)
Cruisin baby, come smoke with me
(Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me)
Cruisin baby, roll down these streets
(Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me)
With me
Yeah, uh-huh
"I wanna" do the club thing like in and out in an hour
And then I'm back home banging shorty out in the shower
Check it I'm chasing the Henny with Coronas
She got in her mind that, she gon' get some Fendi if I bone her
Backshot was murder from the rear
And she gave me mean top, while I blew the purple in her hair
Oh yeah, after I nutted I was a goner
And still got honey thinkin that
"I wanna" automatic start on the Aston Martin
Can't beat 'Kiss cause you ain't got half the heart an'
Get you hit on the inside for half a carton
Couple of suits dawg, we fuckin with loot
I got enough dough to chill in court
But I know dudes with twenty-five in and they still ain't short
But never mind that, we can't lose
Pour another drink, roll another dutch up
We gon' cruise, let's go "I wanna"
Cruisin baby, come ride with me
(Yeah, cruise, cruise gangsta, gangsta)
Cruisin baby, come smoke with me
(Yea yea, yea yea, yea yea, gangsta, gangsta)
Cruisin baby, roll down these streets
(Cruise, lay low, hold it down y'all)
With me
(Hold it hold it hold it down, hold it down y'all)
"I wanna"
(Yea yea, hold it down)
"I wanna"
I said oh-La
I say oh-La
We say oh-La
He had been livin' in a different world
Then he was nutted by reality
He had been living in another tree
Then he flew down
To see what happened
I went out to see my sister
She was not in
So I went and bought a paper
Then I returned
She was well into the racing
On the TV
She has never been that fond of me
I went and turned her over
See I'd been livin' in a different world
Then I was nutted by reality
I had been living in another tree
Then I flew down
To see what happens
I was listening to an echo
I was impressed
Even though I couldn't see it
It was the most
I was jumping and a-gleeing at every one
I was speaking in a foreign tongue
My pleasure gave no pleasure
See I'd been livin' in a different world
Then I was nutted by reality
I had been living in another tree
Then I flew down
To see what happened
Shit a nigga know you're so tough, but bitch I want to go fuck
"I wanna" take you upstairs, and do dat dere
Hell motherfucking yeah
See I'm a real player and I won't waste your time
I've been a starter, I ain't never sat the fuckin pine
Stay on the front line, it's all by de-sign
Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime
Everything is fizzine, rollin up a dizzime
D-o-double-g I got bitches waitin in lizzine
"I wanna"
Cruisin baby, come ride with me
(Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me)
Cruisin baby, come smoke with me
(Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me)
Cruisin baby, roll down these streets
(Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me)
With me
Yeah, uh-huh
"I wanna" do the club thing like in and out in an hour
And then I'm back home banging shorty out in the shower
Check it I'm chasing the Henny with Coronas
She got in her mind that, she gon' get some Fendi if I bone her
Backshot was murder from the rear
And she gave me mean top, while I blew the purple in her hair
Oh yeah, after I nutted I was a goner
And still got honey thinkin that
"I wanna" automatic start on the Aston Martin
Can't beat 'Kiss cause you ain't got half the heart an'
Get you hit on the inside for half a carton
Couple of suits dawg, we fuckin with loot
I got enough dough to chill in court
But I know dudes with twenty-five in and they still ain't short
But never mind that, we can't lose
Pour another drink, roll another dutch up
We gon' cruise, let's go "I wanna"
Cruisin baby, come ride with me
(Yeah, cruise, cruise gangsta, gangsta)
Cruisin baby, come smoke with me
(Yea yea, yea yea, yea yea, gangsta, gangsta)
Cruisin baby, roll down these streets
(Cruise, lay low, hold it down y'all)
With me
(Hold it hold it hold it down, hold it down y'all)
"I wanna"
(Yea yea, hold it down)
"I wanna"
They claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls
A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball
MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall
I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft
Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers
I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's
All over double D's, I be absent all week
This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for
Man, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door
Hold on: That's the girl you gave a wedding ring?
Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything
And let me hear you say ahh
Now put your hands up to the sky
Until the day in that we die
And we'll be here all evening
G.O.O.D.
You know you my lil' boo thing
Got up on my Birkin, it's workin'
She said she a virgin (it's hurtin')
She my biggest fan, she always lurkin'
She know I'm a man, I'ma put that work in
I know she can't stand me, I'm fancy
So I'ma bring her out when I get my Grammy
Late night sex, she can't find her panties
Couldn't hold it in, now she need a Plan B
(Shorty a lil' baddie)
(She my lil' boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty (shorty got the fatty)
Shorty be catching mood swings
(Every time I fuck without a rubber)
(I nutted on her covers)
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell
Aye
Puffin' loud cloud (Brr)
She said, "Take the top down" (Top down)
Tweakin', textin' her 'n she suckin' me like
Right now (Right now)
And I been her pound town
Bummy, like her lights out
Ollie, water spout (Pshh) she drip
Sick, shout, she loud, shit
Lavish shit but I ain't havin' it
Turn 'to a grouch, watch him pound your bitch
She said, "He live in Los Angeles"
They like my style so I added it
Boy-neglect, yeah (Boy-neglect)
So, she gon' eject, yeah
(yeah, she gon' eject)
He need intercept, woah (He need intercept)
Nutted then I slept, woah
(Nutted then I slept)
Bust it like a Tecca (Uh)
I'ma make a wreck, yuh (I'ma make a wreck)
Mouth and me connect, yea
(Mouth and me connect)
Sneak direct, inject her neck (Like, "Ouch!")
Shit, pay for 'em
You can't have opinions on no shit that you ain't payin' for
All them high school mind games only work on needy bitches
Call yourself not talkin' to me, I'm already callin' my other nigga, ayy
Boy, I eat like a bad bitch, kale on my salad (salad)
Designer on my sheets, boy, I sleep like a bad bitch (bad bitch)
Thinkin' that he Future, I'ma leave him in the past tense (bye)
And I'm in my book, so I think like a bad bitch (whoa, whoa)
He said, "Let's make a movie," and nutted so quick, we made a story (ugh)
He tell people we not talkin', no, lil' nigga, you gettin' ignored
He text askin' what we are, I'm like, "LOL, I'm dead" (LOL, I'm dead)
I think all these niggas stupid, but I still want the head, ayy
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch
If you got some money, nigga, trick on a bad bitch
I ain't playin nice for no fuckin' plane ticket (uh-uh)
And I ain't comin' over 'til I know how big your dick is (let me see)
He can call me lame and he can get an attitude
But I still ain't doin' nothin' I don't wanna do (ah)
Don't FaceTime me in public, 'cause you don't know who I fuck with
Why you askin' why I'm playin' when you know you got a girlfriend?
GT aye
Aye, look say
Turn me, aye turn me up a little yeah
Man look
I don't give a fuck if I'm recording
Marcus You Killin' The Beat
Ain't no cappin' me
Nigga all I know is murder (murder)
I come straight off them streets
And I know that gang you heard of
Niggas say they want beef
You know we gon' pull up
Straight up in they circle (grr, prr)
Pull up, we lettin' off shots (yeah)
Got into it on the corner
Same night got hit up
Blowin' up Montana phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I was fixin' me a hook up
Police in my face every time that I look up
Bitch left, I ain't really trippin' on that
Fuck her nutted in her face last time
That I fucked her
Left jail no time, money I done ran up
Every real nigga fuck wit' me gon' stand up
I was on the ground
Real quick I done came up
Changed up on me, nigga
I could never blame them
Nigga ever play real quick, I'ma shame him
Say he want fight, Baby Joe gon' zip him
Run up on me try me jack, nigga I'ma flip him
Gotta kill a nigga since that
Boy play wit' nia 'nem (woah)
I put that on my children real quick
I'll take a fuck nigga soul (soul)
Gone off them pills, Percocet, Molly, X
Everyday I roll (roll)
You know it ain't a joke, if
He say he want smoke
I'ma hit him wit' the pole
(boom, pow, pow, boom)
Back then you ain't know
Wit' them false allegations, now you know
Wet they block, I don't know 'bout you
(know about you)
Three niggas, four straps in the coupe
(in the coupe)
Get out the car, walk down when you shoot
Shot one, Q said, "It was two"
Fuck that, hit the other block, too
Told her stop front the house
But they stopped at the corner
E went to hit and when he came out the roof
Another body dropped, 'nother mamma cry
Check this
Where I'm from that shit happened everyday
I was fifteen, me and Bun sellin' Yay
Youngest nigga in the trap
So I'm strapped if you play
Won't hesitate, up and aim it at ya face
(face)
I'm out that North, nigga knowin' I'ma spray
Ain't up in my gang
Then you knowin' you can't hang
Me and KD in a Benz ridin' down 38
Every time I'm in the city
Man I'm runnin' to that thang
Ben strapped wit' a Glizzy and
I'm strapped wit' a K
Every nigga wit' me wit' it
I know they gon' bang
But you dyin' on scene if
You reach for my chain (reach for my chain)
Yeah, you know we slangin' nine 'bout that
North side, landlord
I ain't playin' 'bout that ('bout that)
NBA be my gang, bitch I stand on that
(I stand) real diamonds on my neck
Spent them bands on that
Bitch nigga call my phone
I don't never call back call 3Three
He'll tell them niggas I don't want chat
In the studio wit' shade
In the studio wit' strangers
On the grind everyday
I been chasin' that sack
Real 38 Baby, I'm from 'cross the track
You could keep yo' lil money
I don't wanna do no track
One Million views, I'm restarting today
You could think that I'm slippin'
I keep me a strap (bitch)
Ain't no cappin' me
Nigga all I know is murder
(all I know is murder)
I come straight off the street
And I know that gang you heard of
(know that gang you heard of)
Niggas say they want beef
You know we gon' pull up
Straight up and they serve
(we pull and serve)
Pull up, we lettin' off shots (brrr)
It's gon' be a murder
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Yeah I get a lot of checks and yeah I have a lot of sex
And labels know I got up next
Yeah she knows she got the best
I got her wet she got undressed
I nutted all across her chest
I don't even gotta flex, I never do respond to texts
And now she went and got obsessed
Y'all are just the hottest mess
You're simple you are not complex
I'm sorry I am not impressed
Back on my bullshit again
I am having way too much fun
I'm in a section with 7 Kate Mosses around me
I swear I can't only touch one
Whiskey no rum
I gave her something to rub on her gum and her face just went numb
Still going dumb cause I know where I'm from
Bruh, bruh I speak that Bay Area tongue
Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout skinny models
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Talking 'bout lucid trips
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick
I got a lot of o's, all up on my check
And yeah that loud ass tree
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)
Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?
I'm havin' my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella grammies, batches throw me they panties
I'm probably your daddy, I probably nutted in your mammy
I'm a bay boy, city life, been around the corner
Try to play me foul and my vatos goin' run up on ya
A legend, a boss, that's what I are
Ask about me pimp, 'tana be killin' the guitar
Old enough to know better but young enough to not care
I get active - might slap a bitch with my hair (whip)
Left coast up top I bang that shit
My sparkling wine'll pop crystal on her lip
Can't stop, won't stop gettin' my bread
Pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred
Oh, san-tan-tan-tan-ah
A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak
A squid drank a bottle and became a freak
A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl
A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow!
Ah
Ayy
Woo
I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock (bed rock)
At the shared block (block), not the Fairmont ('Mont)
Took some Dade County hoes to the Caribbean
And they twins and they thicker than the Clermonts (thicker)
On a John Deere tractor, playin' head hunt (skrrt, skrrt)
Tom Cruise, fuck your couch, I do my own stunts (uh)
Three 6, a Gangsta Boo, she took a whole blunt (it's lit)
This is that type of party, ayy (party)
Ayy, hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers (Carti)
I still think a bustdown flyer, though I bought it plain (flyer)
On this side, it's never dry, though it barely rains (dry)
I be lookin' at the flames like we can do some things (it's lit)
Burn, baby (burn), burn (burn), DJ table turns (burn)
You see them blunts in the ashtray, that's every opp we earned (yeah)
Ass fat, ain't got no panties, I ain't got no words (nah)
Gullwing Mercedes Benz way I switch and swerve (skrrt)
Whoa
Whoa
Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it
Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, whoa
Swing
Whoa
Whoa
Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it (GloRilla)
Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, whoa (on the gang, gang)
Swing (on the, on the gang)
Got booked overseas for a nice-ass fee
Need some D, so I had to go to Canada first
He nutted, I swallowed them kids so fast
Had to fuck around, put out an Amber Alert
It's 5 a.m., bitch, I'm up in the gym
But a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work (the fuck?)
He fuckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
You talkin' 'bout me in "Pissed Me Off," and I'm like, "Yes" (yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (grrah)
He said, "Therapy ain't helpin'," he been killin' for a cleanse (slide)
She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (bitch)
I been feelin' like Rico, I just fucked her in my Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he said no pen, he rather carry him a Gen (five)
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm sayin', he spinnin' (ten, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (bitch)
I seen niggas really killin' shit, post shit on Instagram (pussy)
You doin' that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (killed the man)
I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel 'em in (grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (pussy)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changin' dental plans (grrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middle man (ah, ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
[Verse 1 - Scarface]
I use to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely
Got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties
'cause you cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me
Unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don't jock me
I'd like to get ya phone number just to see what you about
Call you for breakfast to get you out
And see if you just some eyes without a face
Let me see ya crib - take me to ya place
I wanna show you that it's mo'to me then fuckin on my mind
'cause in yo mind I bet you fuckin all the time
Come to find you only out tryin to go to school
And tryna go to school and pay bills is hard to do
I see you fool so go on and do ya thing
But when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring
I like a woman gettin hers cause that's better
Then her tryna come up off mine I can't let her
[Chorus - Bun be sampled]
Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke
Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke [Repeat 4x]
[Verse 2 - Z-Ro]
Go on and let a nigga peak, go on and let a nigga poke
Give me some assistance as I manuver my long stroke
I hope you don't think I'm payin'for it that's the wrong hope
'Cause I know you wanna be Z'Rollin over chrome spokes
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get carpet burns off the rug
And to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns
And how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen
Ya performance deserves a grammy check out my big screen
Most bitches don't know but you know what suckin a dick mean
Yeah the head was fed but what up with that in them jeans
I can see the pussy (?)
She know I'm nasty (yeah)
She like when I pull it out and I put it all over her ass cheeks (like, uh, ooh)
And she don't gotta ask me (come on)
Yeah, I want head before we fuck and I want it nasty
She like when I tell her to spit on it (like, psh)
I get mouth and I sit on the couch and I make her sit on it (let's go)
Yeah, I was that lil' nigga that could take a bitch from his big homie
Especially if she flexible, I flex her
I take both her legs and I put 'em behind her head like she a pretzel
Then I pick her up and slam her down on her head like I'm a wrestler
Like mm, tryna kill the pussy, call the ambulance, get a stretcher
I be fucking his bitch while he ain't at home
And she got them pics of me in her phone
Know that man a fool if he don't leave
'Cause bitch can't leave a nigga alone, she call me
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
We got London On Da Track
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
She ain't fuckin' you better than I am
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh, oh, whoa
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (real hot girl shit)
Ooh, this shit will never feel the same, yeah (ah)
Quit talking that shit, when I drop that pin, come drop that dick (come drop that dick)
He deep in them covers, this pussy like butter, he put it in, damn near nutted (yeah)
He know he made it, he fuckin' on Megan, it's driving his last hoe crazy
I like to talk shit when I fuck, I need a rough nigga like DaBaby
When he hit the city, he gon' tap in, he gon' fly me out to put it back in
And I ain't trippin' when a nigga pull my hair 'cause he gon' pay for it to put back in
I put one leg on the headboard and leave the other leg on the mattress
Look down at him while he smackin', get them headshots like a actress (ha)
Yeah, my baby like to act up when we fuckin' (uh-huh)
Aggressive freak, she tell me to smack her when we fuckin'
I started to laugh, she said, "What's funny?"
