Woo
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Off the meds, tryna swerve the wheel, I done lost it
Who that boy? They think I sold my soul, I got options
Tell your friends I'm back in the city, get it poppin' (Woo)
Still movin' in the sky, we ain't got no layover
Ridin' 'round town with a bitch and her hips don't lie, body movin' like J. Lo (Yeah)
Young nigga move that fire, if you really wanna die, we can leave you a halo, uh (Go)
I was in Atlanta last week, I was sippin' on syrup, I ain't see SoFaygo
Quit white flaggin' shit, huh, pop out blastin' shit (Go)
Most of my niggas be packin' shit, I'm so booted, I pull up and crash the whip
High and I'm sippin' on Actavis, tell your bitch to pull up and don't ask for shit (Uh-uh-ah)
Straight from the trap, Marilyn Manson shit, to the Hollywood Hills, Calabasas, bitch (To the Hills)
She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now (She wanna go)
Smokin' on dope right now, money on the floor right now (Woo, on the floor)
Shawty wanna fiend right now, she just wanna blow my loud (Blow my loud)
Huh, hit, then I'm kickin' her out, hit, then I'm kickin' her out
Bitch, Maison Margiella slides (Yeah)
Poppin' out hella fried, uh
Heard he was speakin' on gang again, we ain't gon' let it slide, bitch
We don't even rock NUMBER (N)INE no more, I just rock LETTER 5, uh
Shawty, better watch your tone 'round here, put him on channel 5 (Yo)
Do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here, uh?
I was on the Southside, smokin' OG, Spanish bitch tryna play in my hair, uh
Got this ho throwin' up Eastside, she ain't even from 'round here, no (No)
You ain't even from 'round here (No)
You ain't even from 'round here, uh (No)
You ain't even from 'round here, no (Woo)
You ain't even from 'round here, no (Woo)
Bang on my motherfuckin' chest while I'm fuckin' this bitch from the back, I'm a motherfuckin' beast (Woo)
I smash like I love her, she thinkin' it's hate, I keep swervin' this bitch like a SRT
I don't even know this ho for real, I just popped molly and said I love her (Oh, yeah)
I don't even know this ho for real (No), but I popped molly and said I love her (Oh, yeah)
Huh, huh, hold up, I think the Addy kicked in, so I'm geeked
Huh, huh (Venus), hold up, hold up, I think the Addy kicked in, so I'm loaded, I'm geeked
Pull up and stunt for the week
Twenty-five hunnid the shirt and the motherfuckin' jeans (Woo)
My money standin' so motherfuckin' tall (Woo), lil' shawty, this shit lookin' just like Shareef
Niggas tryna speak on my name, uh
Nigga must snort cocaine, uh
Ridin' with a shotgun, shotty, bitch, feelin' like Kurt Cobain, uh
Do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out ? Yo, Pi'erre
Niggas be talkin' like G's, but don't got no cheese, this shit lookin' hard to believe
Like, if you ain't really police, then why is you callin' my managers lookin' for beef?
Hold on, turn this shit up to the max, blow up the city and bounce it (Bounce, bounce)
Shawty keep screamin' the gang, but she don't know how to pronounce it (Pronounce it)
And she fell in love with the drugs, ecstacy pill got her bouncin' (Bounce, bounce)
Huh, and I'm ridin' 'round with the plug, he should just be my accountant (Uh-ah, ooh)
Huh, I'm sick of this bitch, she a dub, tell her just stay from around me (Uh-ah)
Tell that lil' ho to just wait on the flood, pull up two-three at the club (Pull up two-three, ooh)
Pull out a fifty and make this shit work
Pull out a fifty and make this shit twerk (Ooh)
Phantom keep roarin', I just let it skrrt
Belt double B, Louis V on the shirt (Ooh)
She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now (Bah, fuck)
Smokin' on dope right now, money on the floor right now (Well, let's go)
Shawty wanna fiend right now, she just wanna blow my loud (Blow my loud)
Huh, hit, then I'm kickin her out, hit, then I'm kickin her out, huh (Fah, fah)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (Fah)
Off the meds, tryna swerve the wheel, I done lost it (Tryna swerve the wheel)
Who that boy? They think I sold my soul, I got options (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tell your friends I'm back in the city (Skrrt), get it poppin' (Skrrt)
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