Yea, I got your hoe and you already know
She gonna blow like a c4
Got a girl like J Lo
She gonna Jackson
But i ain't talking Tito
All my n***as bout that action
They will leave a n***a froze
Like its below zero
Your girl s** me so good
Now her voice a little horse
We just call her polo
Look n***a I don't play dawg
The whole team catch bodies
Like trust falls
Try us you get jump
Like kris kross
Send shots
Don't look in ya mailbox
Got a bird eye-view
Cause i'm on top
Boy you know
Im outstanding
Like bus stops
Floor cold all i need
Is a hockey puck
Flow sick
But the rug
Ain't throwing up
But you know
Im getting paper
Like its back to school
Dont let me catch
You n***as slipping
Like bed shoes
They saying bless you
Because I choose
Not to be
Like one of you
They thought i been a crip
All this money i blue
Like uhaul
All my n***as
Make moves
She do me
Then she do
The whole crew
You know she going
Around like a hula hoop
Hold up
Wait a minute
All my n***as winning
Getcha popcorn
The clips are extended
Running this
But yall walking like pedestrians
Tryna make this dough
So let me get my apron
I got her on her knees
Like she was praying
Amen
Like a scratch cd
You know i ain't playing
Ima need more wrist
Because I got all them watching
Young n***a Boston
Balling like Boston
Yea I do it often its an option
I skeet on her face
Like a ski mask
All my n***as fly
Like we wearing jetpacks
Crash ya party
n***a getcha airbag
My whole team straight
Yall zigzag
Trigger finger itchin
Like it got a rash
Like a crash train hoe
Get you off track
Call the ambulance
My n***as in all black
Try us then you finish
No checkered flag
Yall last
Tell the truth yall trash
Ima still get more
Like tall gra**
Now she wanna ride
Like 6 flags
Do i make myself clear
Like clean gla**
Need two belts
Cause my girl too bad
When they see me
They duck like aflac
Matter of fact
You n***as ain't bout that
Pockets got so much weight
I can benchpress
I keep it 100% we winning
My squad gonna get it
Know we gon ball
My money so tall
Make me look like a midget
Got em running
If you try me
Go 0-100 real quick
If you run up
Get done up
Like ingredients
You know we in the mix
Got so much bands
You can probably
Hear the drumline
Girls say im too fine
All my n***as eatting
Dumb n***as
Tryna cut the lunch line
They lame with a shame
Got n***as in the game
Tryna talk my punchlines
But they can't
Like crush grapes
All they do is wine