What you gonna do when I pull up on you n***a?
I don't know
p**y n***a know that he a cat like Tigger
...
... baseball bat
Pull up with them F&Ns coming out the hatch
p**y mother f**ker scared to say it to my front, so I'm blowin' out his back
... make a n***a reconsider
Bands in my pants got me lookin' a little bigger
Red just like Elmo but I never f**king giggle
You can s** my pickle for a nickel
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
How many n***as standin' around you would die for you?
... sprayin' on 'em, n***as started ...
Honestly, truthfully told, YSL won't fold
n***a sell dope from the balcony walk into the house and change clothes
YSL wipe a n***a nose
We don't give a damn if it's indoors or outdoors
We gotta have that, gon' grab that
... slap that, smack that sh*t
Every day I keep the bands on me, I'm a lick
If a n***a think I'm sweet then his tongue gettin' split
I ain't doin' any features unless you give me your b**ch
I'ma f**k for the cash then she gettin robbed by tick
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
Hundred bands inside of my pants
Make the mothaf**ka dance on the stage
b**ch it's a parade
Po'in 4s is a sport Leanarade
50 whole k spent on my hygiene
Drinking so much lean that my pee clean
808 just might be the dream team
b**ch got some good brain, call her Pinky
Bag full of weed, no lighter
In the kitchen rappin' rappin' like cypher
You know damn well I like her, I'ma bite her
In a Bentley on West Lee gettin trailed by sniper
How the f**k you feel I don't mean nothin
All them mills in the bando no clean nothin
Run and tell the cop, tell em I don't serve the fiend nothin'
Pullin off like "SIKE!"
b**ch I got the bando, fifty hundreds
Spot round the corner filled up with onions
Big homie got a whole truck load
Me and Scooter take a trip to Lil' Mexico
All I ever wanted was money, all I ever wanted was the money
Put your hands in the air if you dare any motherf**ker to step over here F&N put em in a wheel chair
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww