[Hook]
Hood morning (x4)
[Verse 1]
No motherf**in' typo
That's like Westside, Compton with no psychos
That's like Beverly Hills with no lipo
f** around and jack some, five- no Michael
Hello, a hundred thousand in the mattresses
Im Hollywood, yeah, I only f** actresses
I'm in Cannes, France
You don't know where that sh** is
SLR, thats where the ratchet is
Im in the Amber Rose rolls with Amber Rose hoes
Sorry Wiz, thats how the rap sh** is
You can take it as a shot or free promo
But everybody in this motherf**er know I'm loco
Aaron Rogers aim, knock the man off your polo
Used to scare the sh** out you n***as with my old flow
Post-documentary, Comptons most wanted
Finish you off like this Corona while I'm yawning
Finish you off like this Corona while I'm yawning
And roll up that OG kush, like motherf**er
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Me and Skee been doing this
Y'all had Snoop
I'll put the Piru in this
Look at all these fake a** bloods trying to ruin it
Everything red down to the 'Ye Louis kicks
And who is this?
With the all red crucifix
Navy blue Cardinals fitted, I'm a lunatic
Flow like the uzi spit
Hoppin' out the newest sh**
Windows down, disturbin' the peace!
b**h, I'm Ludacris
Used to be on the block moving rocks from 2 to 6
Jimmy Iovine money, I'm eatin' on some Jewish sh**
Whips transform, Shia Lebouf my newest sh**
Carmelo yellow Camaro 22's
And If a n***a run up, I'mma f** dun up
I son your new rap n***as, I Peter Gun you
[Break]
West coast n***as got crazy game
When you get off the plane
Better guard your chain
Man f** this sh**
Mars tell these motherf**ers
[Hook]