(Warm-Up)
Ey
Alright
Ey, Yo, Ey
(Intro)
Free Bam, free X, who next in the jam
Nappy headed n***a bumping old school D.R.A.M
Neglectful fam, f**ing fiendin Fanta
Never had a dad, I don't believe in Santa
I dont pray alot because it slip my mind
I never keep a b**h cause I'm a waste of time
Pastors hate me, all my exes played me, and if I ever had a rope bet you couldn't save me
(Verse 1)
Daddy issues, f**ing grab a tissue
You a young bull, stop acting p**y
4, 5, 6 n***as rocking Stussy, Imma rob they a** for the f**ing fun
Don't gang bang, just clutch the gun, and if the cops come, n***as better run
Imma Wild Boy call me Waka Flocka
Choppa opera screaming like retarded llamas
( Verse 1 Breakdown)
Say I joke around to much like what
Say ya boy bout to go to hell that's clutch
Say I'm the street like cars, bars
Sipping on sh** that's rated R
Ran up in a house last night like what
All of my girls had a bubble bu*t
Stay up in yo place like a fitted, f** it
Act like a bra with a titty, f** it
(Outro)
Popping the fire be bracking My cousin got out he not lacking
Like ey, Woah
Asking me how I don't know, I just roll in bowl and I'm toting that fire I'm pope
Cutting me off like a rope, ey
Not that important no more, ey
Stomp on that b**h in a basket, ey
Stomp on that b**h in a casket, ey