[Produced by Cardo]
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Umm
They say we smoke, we gon' smoke
You say we gon' drink ,we gon' drink
You say you want d**, we want d**
We don't give a f** what you think
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Big dually parked in my driveway
Hanging out that motherf**er sideways
Residue in my fingernail, make every day like Friday
This how we do it on the southside
Bumpin' Trapaveli on the car ride
Bad booty shots got you lopsided
I buy a new car if my car die
Solid gold Jesus, two of 'em
Backseat I'ma call it futon
Ride around in motherf**er uwop
Like who-a-who-a-who-a-who-a
Bought a bad b**h, I got a crew of 'em
It's four fur coats, I got a zoo of 'em
It's thug life, n***as I don't fool with 'em
I don't care if I went to school with 'em
Come out that thing like yeet
Everybody with me, n***a D
Everybody with me, n***a D
Everybody with me n***a eat
Black ink all on my body
I pray a body don't get on my shotty
I pray nobody don't get in my way n***a
A to the motherf**ing K n***a
Start spittin' lyrical bullets
Don't be surprised if I pull it
Don't be surprised if I shoot it
We the type to pick on a bully
We the type to ride in foreigns
We the type to ride on Forgis
Pinky ring look like a smoothie
Flame goin' up on a Tuesday
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
Now, you on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
Now, you on that bullsh** ain't you?
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Big thing parked in the driveway
Squad hotter than Zimbabwe
IPhone got a n***a irate
Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye
Got AK bullets with your name on 'em
Powder on my hands, King James on 'em
I walk around this b**h with my chest out
Yeah n***a bout to go Ving Rhames on 'em
Man look at who I done became on 'em
n***as look who and I went switch lanes on 'em
All my n***as brainless, need brain donors
We movin' birds, gettin' birds, sh** stains on 'em
Man f** these n***as, I don't know these n***as
From Jumpstreet it's been M-O-B n***a
It's M-O-B since my D-O-B n***a
And since my D-O-B I've been on my J-O-B n***a
I shoot a n***a a** like Ginobili n***a
I kick a n***a a** like Shinobi n***a
I give your b**h dick like Moby n***a
She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner
Smokey Robinson couldn't out smoke me n***a
I'm on her cheese like anchovies n***a
I get a kilo and keep it lowkey n***a
Cause you on that bullsh** and you nosy n***a
You on that bullsh** ain't ya?
I'm back on my bullsh**, gangster
I'm back up to full strength, gangster
Pat-pat at the pulpit, gangster, amen
And I still root for the underdog
And you the pile of sh** under the underdog
These n***as ain't eatin' like a Ramadan
I shoot the driver in the head, make 'em honk the horn
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
Got big booty b**hes in their under-alls
And they p**y gettin' wetter than a thunderstorm
And I swear when I'm in them panty hose
I'm like a kid in the candy store
But I got this bright red bandana though
Flingin' it like I'm a matador
[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
Now, you on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
You on that bullsh** ain't you?
Now, you on that bullsh** ain't you?
[Outro: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)
Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)
Yeah
(It's Tunechi and 2 Chainz and we on that bullsh**)
(It's 2 Chainz and Tunechi and we back on our bullsh**)
Yeah, yup
(You on that bullsh**)
(You come on with that bullsh**)
(We gon' handle that bullsh**)
(We gon' deal with that bullsh**)
(So come on with that bullsh**)
(Cause we back, we back on our bullsh**)
(You on that bullsh** ain't you?)
(You on that bullsh** ain't you?)
(I'm back on my bullsh**)
(I'm back on my bullsh**)
(I'm back up to full strength)
(Pat-pat-pat, amen)
(Yes Lord, we back on that bullsh**)
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