b*tch!
Go, go, go
Okay, I'm endin' the rave
Like boy, we are not the same
I had to tell homeboy to leave, because we ain't fu*kin' with lames
You ain't as hard as you claim
Like b*tch, I'm destined for fame
And you can't speak about me, If I can't remember yo name
I talk to all the honeys, I got a [?] on me
And that boy think he funny until he fu*kin' with the [?]
Pretty boy just walked