Yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Damn), yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah-yeah (C'mon)
Yeah (Okay), yeah-yeah
Damn, think I'm too high (I'm so high)
I just had to hit her up, had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup (Yeah)
Yeah, hundred pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be in her guts
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac, tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch (Yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes, I'm blowin' bloody Runtz
Now I'm finna Kung Fu kick when I punch (Yeah)
Watch me come through in this ho, stunt (Come through in this ho, stunt)
Yeah, all the bitches gettin' piped (Damn)
Talkin' 'bout all the hoes gettin' fucked (All the hoes gettin' fucked)
Damn, makin' that bitch a wife
Man, you better off gettin' cucked (Better off gettin' cucked)
Yeah, the hoes 'round me they all trife (Trife)
So I blow money on this ice (Yeah)
I heard yo' man's goin' broke, better pick him up, put him in some rice (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm at the party doing coke with the pretty model hoes on the side
Yeah, and I got my fuckin' stick, keep that ho tucked right up on my side
Yeah, keep it right up on my gut, but it's just a warning in case they wanna try (In case they wanna try)
'Cause they don't wanna go to war (Someone's gonna die)
We been there before (They don't wanna die)
Fuckin' on these pretty ass model whores
And we done carried the story (We done carried the story)
Yeah, fuck it, now we buyin' out stores (Damn)
On the bus, bitch, I'm on real tour (Yeah)
And my Christian Lou bloody, gore (Yeah)
Got money, need a little more (Yeah)
But now I'm cool (I'm cool)
Get fly that's just what I do (That's just what I do)
Fuck hoes, yeah, that's what I do (That's what I do)
Rock shows, yeah, that's what I do (That's what I do)
Cool clothes, they be coming through (Yeah)
Yeah, my closet out the fuckin' roof (Out the fuckin' roof)
All red on me like I'm Boat (Solo)
Uzi on me, I got two (Two)
Yeah, Glocky on me, what it do?
Hit his ho, I'm like, "What up, boo?" (What up?)
Fuck the bitch, I'm like "What up? Cool" (What up?)
You a dub, I ain't in the mood (Hell nah)
Now I got her wetter than a pool
And she mad, don't know what to do (Don't know)
All this cash, don't know what to do (Don't know)
Got a bag on me like it's school (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah), yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Let's go), yeah-yeah (Goddamn)
Yeah (Goddamn), yeah-yeah (Bitch, I'on even know)
Yeah, yeah-yeah (I'on even know)
Damn, think I'm too high (I'm so high)
I just had to hit her up, had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup (Yeah)
Yeah, hundred pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be in her guts
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac, tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch (Yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes, I'm blowin' bloody Runtz
