Yeah, I made six figures this winter in my Timberlands Yeah, huh I ran up six figures this winter in my Timberlands Huh, yeah, huh I ran up six figures this winter in my Timberlands Backhand a bitch for backtalking, where's yo discipline? If the quarterback get it off, shit, we gon' blitz again Cutting up in the booth, ain't bring a pair of scissors in Off a Perc' 30 in the coupe, bitch, I got road rage I live a fast brakes lifestyle on a slow day My hitman'll blow you, I just hit the mall and blow pape Dick sucking-ass gon' ride the wave till yo boat break Two thousand dollars kicks for no reason, I just had to do 'em Oh, you need a zip? Then pull up, I'ma tax you, stupid Woke up high as hell, shotgun, we on and And if they ever get me in that room, bitch, I'm acting clueless Camp around the corner in a rental till the mail comes 'Cat faster than a cheetah, oh, yo whip a snail, huh? Got my bitch with her nails done Talking 'bout some smoke, can you please just inhale some? We different, you'll roll a gram, I'm a three five chief We different, this a V12, that's a We different, way before the EDD, I had the swipe fever Delta first class, I'm a real life sightseer How I act now, that's how I acted then With the Men in Black and best believe they got the gadgets in Dawg said he horsed me? Someone please throw a cap to him Yeah, it's cool to shoot but sometimes you gotta pass to win Boy blocked me from his bitch 'Gram but I bet I fucked Getting good head at 4 AM like, "How the hell I'm up?" Drop a deuce of Wock', for a band, I'll sell my cup 7.62s big as fuck, could flip a semi truck Bitch, I'm jacked up like a car with a flat tire Yeah, you might ball a little bit but my stats higher You looking crazy at the self-scan, I only jam fires Half of me love the fast life, the other half tired If I see the opps, I'm ten toes, ain't gotta juke up in me I keep nodding off 'cause I got a deuce of juice up in me Big exotic 'Woods, Giant Fuyu, ain't no hookah in me White boy'll pass the play to gang, that's the Luka in me My hitman cheap, he sliding in a Taurus with a torch Shit talker, when the beat come on, I ignore the chorus Sleepy head, man, I fucked around and poured a four, I'm snoring Soaring in the Trackhawk, it's roaring, bitch, watch me floor it You don't know shit if you really think that girl yours Sick of broke hoes, if I see one, I'ma hurl towards her My one, yeah, know who she is, I give the world to her Four years ago was upping giffies on a world tour Walk in closet full of drip, it look like Narnia Chopstick got more shots on it than a party bus Boy, I thought you hardbodied, why the fuck yo Cartis tucked? You gon' hear a "swish" every time, better guard me up Huh, yeah, bitch, huh, yeah, you better guard me up You gon' hear a "swish" every time, you better guard me up Yeah, bitch, I'm scoring Yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, ShittyBoyz