Letterman jacket on, jays stay retro like babylon
Gotta white girl, that get her casper on, she blowin from her soul like a saxophone
She just wanna be tagged in the photo so she tag along
16... mama mad that im never home
But I got hoes, I got shows, lotta sh** that I needa do
Even more haters that I gotta prove... wrong
They hear me at the redlight bumpin in a car sayin whos song?!
Yeah that'd be chrisl , chrisl, chrisl
Tatted in ya girls brain cells, brain cells, I raise hell, raise hell
Like im elevatin levatatin from the inner core take of tour of the planet
Damn it there they go stealin my flow like a bandit
Im young but I hand it land it stick it n***as make wishes that compare to these b**hes that he be hittin me wit digits
But they all fallin short like im f**in wit some midgets
Told the competition that they better listen, if they tryna move up
Like humpity dump she gotta aloota her trunk so I humpity hump
Told the b**h im the sh** so I could give a f** if she tryna dump
Damn... stupid c*nt...
She goes first down. But now im blowin so she wanna kick it? f** a punt
She give me head, then lemme hit it.. s**a punch
n***a powpowpow. Got j and k sayin ow ow ow. A n***a done k**ed it
Creatin my own legacy, even bob couldn't build it
Old friends used to be to cool, ironic im who they wanna chill wit
I took a stand at yall hatas, now at my shows u still sit
Got ya girl s**in out that white like a hostess... told me she ain't even tryna bill this...
(Boston) n***a restaurants. She want it so bad , country music could be our s** song
Im next on,like a new born, yall better prepare witt that carriage
Watchin u n***as tryna get on my level From the eifiel tower... im just that king in paris