(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
I won't pick up my phone shorty, uh
I've been road runnin'
Bitch is part Devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch, I'm fire like a stove, uh
Fire like, "Who left the stove on?"
She tell me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue
I'm knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on that nigga we met at a park, I'm Barry Bonds (Brrt)
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot on
She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on
Uh, keeping my Glock on (Uh)
I think outside of the box, oh
He said that he wanna box, yеah
Knock him right out of his socks, yeah
Somebody pass me thе rock (Yeah)
I'ma slam on that bitch like The Rock (Yeah)
Never gon' stop (Yeah)
Workin' my way to the top (Yeah-uh)
Let's go
Four black friends in the back of the Benz, smokin' dope 'cause they don't care (Let's go)
Bro totin' a SIG while he rollin' off mids, run up, don't you dare (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Clap 'em there
Ayy, make 'em disappear
I got some scary stories (On my momma)
Murder and making money
Ain't shit they could take from me
Two-fifty on my wrist, yeah, went dummy
150 the clique, we all scummy
If we ever not rich, then we taking all y'all money, let's go
I won't pick up my phone shorty, uh
I've been road runnin'
Bitch is part Devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch, I’m fire like a stove, uh
Fire like, "Who left the stove on?"
She tell me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue
I'm knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone (Wow)
Swung on that nigga we met at a park, I'm Barry Bonds (Yeah, wow, brrt)
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot on (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
She the only one who got the key that unlock my heart, keep a lock on
Everyday, I'ma chase to the blue faces, get my racks on (Skrrt)
Turn on your block (Oh)
Everybody outside gettin' shot (Oh)
I'ma work every day, I'ma keep gettin' paid, just to keep the lights on
Yeah, 7 o'clock (Oh)
I be at work on the dot (Oh-oh)
Hey, let's go
Now I ball, I stay lit like Mardi Gras
My eyes got big off the Molly, raw
Make me wanna shoot up a party (Grrah)
Sorry, I'm not sorry (Uh)
Bitch, I don't fear nobody
I'm so high, can't feel my body
Let's go
For black friends in the back of the Benz, smokin' dope 'cause they don't care
Bro rollin' off mids, totin' him a SIG, run up, don't you dare
Clap 'em there, make 'em disappear
I won't pick up my phone shorty, uh
I've been road runnin'
Bitch is part Devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch, I’m fire like a stove, uh
Fire like, "Who left the stove on?"
She tell me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue
I'm knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on that nigga we met at a park, I'm Barry Bonds (Brrt)
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot on
She the only one who got the key that unlock my heart, keep a lock on