(Intro)
Ayo, girls
Yall better twerk this sh**
Were bout to make yall get super turnt up
Pittsburgh
(Hook)
Ayo
f** that, were super turnt up
b**hes to the right
f** that, were super turnt up
Hoes to the left
f** that, were super turnt up
f** off, were got more s**y girls in this b**h
Oh wow
(Verse 1)
Gasket on your lap, ho
Do you want all that f**ing money, ho
Then, come and get it from the basket
n***as be like b**hes are cute
Look at this s**y girl
She so fine as f**
Whoo
If you wanna start stupid thing
Its a wrap like
Click click click, pow
Try us now
You know what happens
Muthaf**as will learn someday
Yall f**in the wrong ones like
You f** the wrong ones, pricks
Say no no for running in the hallways
Like these teachers say
f** teachers
We all doin the f** we want
Try to pissed us off
And it won't work
Yall gonna pay, b**h a** ba*tards
Like get yo a** kicked like wwe sh**
Aw, f**
Forgot sumthin
Time for to get hyped like were all at rack city
Rack city, b**h
Hol up, wait a minute
Let's put the p**y in this b**h
Still pop that p**y at the club till this b**h f** me good
So, anyway, me and my friends were super turnt up
Try to calm the f** down
Were all be like f** that sh**
Whoo
Got a New Maybach to let these s**y girls to hop in
Yo
If yall wanna play wit us
Then, meet us at wwe smackdown arena, sh**
Aw, snap
Goddammit, this club so packed right now like were gonna party hard big time
By a way, let the ba** turnt up
The Club will be very get f**ed up, damn
Yo
(Hook)
(Outro: Busta Rhymes)
Chill man chill