[Prod. Zaytoven]
[Intro]
I see you tweeting, talking, but you acting funny
And n***a I don't need the clout, don't need the cameras on me
You must've thought your mans was bad
You ga**ed up on him till I had to press the bu*ton
Press the gas and press upon him
[Verse 1]
This a warning
Don't come back to California
I won't even hit your shawty
My dick too expensive for her
I guess the question who got hits
'Cause you ain't lookin' for me
I sent all my hitters out to get ya
Ya'll some ten year old kids
Tweetin' like this "I'll f** your mom little b**h"
$ki Mask you actin' like you wasn't on tour jealous of me
Flexin' on me, I told you don't test me homie
Had your man [?] out here hangin'
You should question homie
XXX is extra credit for me
I don't need tentacion
I need bands and diamonds blingin' on me
XXX you resurrected on me
I'll wax you n***as on the block [?]
[Verse 2]
Okay now let me get this, why you beat a pregnant women?
My n***a who can rock with that, you need a lesson for it
And second off you actin' soft depressed lil' homie
And you put my number out
Now that's some sh** a groupie hoe would do
But please don't make me talk about the video
Mask off, a** out, if you didn't know
And then you [?] dumb b**h out here givin' throat
Stating that's my baby mama but she barely [?] Diego
You n***as is gay hoes, better do as I say so
Know your mama mad she can't ever confess you ugly
[?] lil' homie, stainless at ya neck I'm [?]
Won't you Etch A Sketch or somethin'
Address ain't correct or nothin'
XXX is extra credit for me
I don't need tentacion
I need motivation, cash or somethin'
XXX you resurrected on me
I knew that you would be who mad
When you see me on your screen
XXX this extra credit for me
XXX this ain't a test I'm [?]
XXX you extra weird and harmless
Don't be pressin' on me
I can X you out the game you started
XXX this extra credit for me
XXX this ain't a test I'm [?]
XXX you extra weird and harmless
Don't be pressin' on me
I can X you out the game you started
[Outro]
Yeah n***a it's young muf**in' Rob $tone up in this b**h
Its 1207 to the top boy!
Look n***a, I done told you n***a
I ain't playing no games with you n***as, look
They didn't want me to get violent
'Cause we done beat your home boy up in LA
You better not bring your a** out to San Diego
n***a we ain't even gonna let you in the building
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh!
Like I said, like I said
They ain't want me to get violent
So, so, listen, listen, listen
Get to the music my n***a
I'ma tell you right now just get to the music my n***a
Aye Drake , you ain't even gotta worry about this little n***a
I got you homie ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh, yuh
Hey XXX, aye XXX, hey, hey XXX!
Yeah, its 1207 to the top boy!
I'm out this b**h man
Let me get back to my muf**in' money man
I'ma get back to my debut album
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh