CT: verse 1)
I ain't never gotta tell a n***a sh** b**h
Spit sick sh**, n***a make you get sick quick
Better run like sprint when i'm close to ya sh**
Purple rain like prince when the thang get lit
Young Chris be the pimp that will Bang anything
In my motherf**ing way, better get another plate
Better go where it safe, but there ain't no where
So you dead anyway, f** n***a fly away
Pull up to ya spot, Debo hot, need two ounces
Just to sling the next part
Saying that you with or your not, saying you move your stock
p**y boy stop, pull up to you spot n***a f**, what you got
Imma be on unsocial, till my heart beat drop
Iont really give a f** if we cool or not
Young n***a put em up if you feel to this song
I'm the motherf**er when it come to undefeatables
I become a young man when i punch a lion
Now n***a got bills so i ain't got time
If your f**ing with my money i wanna it due time
Imma k** the whole damn game in due time
Watch a n***a flip the whole game where you laying bout
Po' off the world, like I put this sh** on standby
Lights off on the block, its about to be a drive-by
(Chorus/Hook, CT X2)
Come and tell ya b**h, n***a go tell her bye-bye
Come into the dark like I put her on Sci-Fi
Your ho need me like her man need Wi-Fi
Smoking on syrup got this b**h going sky high
Come and tell ya b**h, n***a go tell her bye-bye
Come into the dark like I put her on Sci-Fi
Your ho need me like her man need Wi-Fi
Smoking on this herb got this b**h going sky high
p**y n***a whatchu know
Watchu' know
p**y n***a who ya know
Who ya know
p**y n***a whatchu know
Watchu' know
p**y n***a who ya know
Who ya know
p**y n***a whatchu know
Watchu' know
p**y n***a who ya know
p**y n***a whatchu know
p**y n***a whatchu know this
Grab your b**h by her throat, don't let it go
Let the boy talk, oh, he bout' to go
To a place he ain't never bin befo'
k** em slow
p**y n***a whatchu know
Grab your b**h by her throat, don't let it go
Let the boy talk, oh, he bout' to go
To a place he ain't never bin befo'
k** em slow