{intro}
(enviyon on the mix)
Yeah
Yay
Yay
Yay
Uh
Aha
I get the head, i get the head telepathy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
{verse 1}
All of these ni**as be b*tches
I get it versace all over my lenses
fu*k up that fu*k up and fu*k competition
Be happy i'm fu*kin' yo b*tches
Stackin' my gualla
Hand on my choppa
Y'all ni**as don't want no problem
Ever since i can remember, chasin' them dollars
b*tch i've been poppin' my collar, hey
What, b*tch i been gettin' my cake up
fu*k that lil' b*tch i don't lay up
Ball in that b*tch like a layup
Talkin' that sh*t till' i show up
b*tch ni**a you do not know us
Just got through fu*kin' on four s*uts
Yeah, count em' four s*uts
Yeah, count em'
Hold on wait pause, yo b*tch she all over my balls
You kissin' that b*tch you in love
My dick was all up in her jaw
Hit her knees she hit her knees
I thought she was prayin' to god (my guy)
I fu*k that b*tch like hercules
I'm fu*kin' your girl super hard
{chorus}
Yuh
I let that breathe
I let that breathe
I let that breathe
I get that head
I get that head telepathy, yay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, whoo, ayy
{verse 2}
I'm back in this b*tch
She su*kin' my dick
She swallow my kids i'm gone
Vvs on my wrist
100 my clip
Mercedes all over my car
I'm just tryin' to get rich
To walk up to a b*tch and she already know who we are
My b*tch cuban just like my cigar
I move slow when i pop me a bar
I turn your mom to a who*e
I fu*k her while you doin' chores
I'm rockin' dior
Talk crazy i'm kickin' your door
That .40 put you to the floor
Epic kind of war
b*tch i'ma handle my business
If it ain't about money you trippin'
Told that b*tch i don't talk it i live it
I've been ballin' i'm off of my pivot
{chorus}
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Yay
Don't give a fu*k what none these haters tellin' me ayy
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Don't give a fu*k what none these haters tellin' me ayy
{verse 3}
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
500 for a feature (right?)
fu*k school and a teacher (right?)
Getting head by the bleachers (right?)
I don't fu*k with you neither (right)
Bathing ape on my sweater
You get her wet i get her wetter
You talkin' stupid till' i pull up on you with a bullet
Now i got em' jetted
ni**as thinkin' that they cool, huh
All of my ni**as be mean, huh
Shirt sayin' that supreme, huh
I got xan with the lean
I've been mixin' up the xannys
Talkin' stupid got your b*tch she droppin' panties
Feel like drizzy when i rap i swear to god i just need a fu*kin' grammy
What?
What?
Yo b*tch on her knees again
R. kelly i'm fu*kin that b*tch wait
I'm starting to pee again
Hey, my wrist, yo b*tch, they cold
Hey, my cash, that benjamin franklin be old
I'm sick like i caught me a cold
You run up i shoot at yo nose
I'm fu*kin' yo b*tch super bold
I'm fu*kin' yo b*tch then i'm gone
That b*tch on my dick, that b*tch on my dick
I fu*k her she know what i'm on
{outro}
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
That b*tch on my dick, that b*tch on my dick
I fu*k her she know what i'm on
Yeah yeah
All that good sh*t
I could fu*k your mom type sh*t
Ha ha ha
Uh
I don't even really know what to say bro, but
I could fu*k your b*tch dude
Yay