Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Woo!
[Verse 1: Angel Haze]
I know all I do is sh** talk
But honestly I'm pissed off!
I've been like the f**ing realest since I kicked up
Catch me chilling with a model and the strip star
If you know me then you know that my sh** raw
Spit hard, n***a, actually I spit bars
Jump on the wagon, show me love, show me f**ing love
While the rest of the world getting pissed off
Get flipped off, I'm just here doing what I meant for
Talk sh**, I snap you get sent for
I might be cordial, you might smile at you f**boys
But none of you n***as exempt tho
Picture me giving a sh**, tho
That's like two shots of the tempo
I'm k**ing myself and like everyone else
Do I got competition? sh**, no!
All of you b**hes are weak clones
I know the game, I got chicos
My dude a pro shooter, my b**h work at Hooters
They worship the ground that my feet on!
Murdered you n***as on your song
If you said that I couldn't, then you're wrong
Stick to your pace, and you came back an ace
And did that sh** all within four songs
b**h!
[Hook: Angel Haze]
Shabba Rank, b**h, sha
Shabba Rank, b**h!
Gimme Bank b**h
Trap Lord, sh**!
Trap Lord, b**h, yeah!
Aoooouuh!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
[Verse 2: Angel Haze]
I am far too immaculate
To not jump on the track and spazz the b**h
To not walk in the club and smack a b**h
To not throw a bad b**h where the mattress is
Yo, Angel Haze!
Bars for days
Ah wait, hold on! Replay!
Angel Haze, bars for days
Shots like a motherf**er campus range
At BCU never Junior Tech
And I keep the automatic on a dashboard deck
I'm on set with my chick that sails
You are on that money train that has been derailed
f**!
Yo, I feel sorry for the runner up
Cause I forever spit cold, better bundle up
I got an ill n***a, he got a nice flow
I just get the brain, like a micro
Sick flow but I think it's psycho
Dash face b**hes like a typo
That's reality like a live show
You're in my lair, you gotta get the right tone
I'm shooting with the camera
I hope I got you with the right pose