Woo, woo (Say, Kash, this beat hard) This shit already retarded, you hear me, here Woo, woo (Phew, phew) I'm high in this bitch, I feel this shit, you know (Phew, phew) BiC Fizzle Born winner, I am Like front a line, I'm him I'm a risk taker, let's gamble, nigga, like Shaq, meet me at the rim Before I pop out, grab fire, put all my jewelry on, now I'm trim These niggas hurt, wouldn't wanna be 'em, play, I'ma shirt 'em, put 'em where they people Cootie my cousin, I'm rollin' up reefer Sendin' out shots, I got bullets for creatures I set it off like Queen Latifah Don't like to talk, I just up and I squeeze 'em Sill makin' serves off of candy and peanut, niggas too tough, why they pockets on skimp Both phones jumpin' out the gym like Kemp Bad bitch, face card on her like Kim Bitch, I'm from 8-7-0 like Temper Go get the dope, pat him down 'fore he enter Look in my eye, what you get is a sinner Bring out the table and served the dinner Catchin' a curve, I'm scrapin' a fender Fuck what you heard, I'm one of them niggas Burberry'd down, hop out with my killer Bro Drac' 'em down, he play in the middle Woo, I'm pourin' up purple lines Everything be perfect time This smoke here hurt your eyes Boy, watch how you play with slime Ever seen them rapid fires, bust, they hit niggas every time Boy medicated while lookin' like wine, in the club, nigga play, niggas keep on dyin' Hun', no gap, in that foreign and I'm flyin' All you see is tail lights and ties She naggin', ain't got no time Four and I'm rollin' up more while I drive When he down, all he know is keep his head in the sky 'cause the good days come back around If the route get slow, I'ma go Fetty Wap, hit the E-way and come back with pounds (Woo) I was gone, I'm back on the town, now I'm with a drink, I'm buyin' you out I done sold so many bricks in a month, could've fucked 'round, built me a house I'm that nigga you wanna be, I'm the one gon' get some clout She around, she down with the feet, let me fly her to Cali' and run my routes Still got choppers at auntie house Helicopters on the block, youngin did somethin' foul I ain't never had a heart, let 'em loose in the crowd Get straight to the point, check a nigga background Put a ho in her place soon as she act out Fake-ass war story, these niggas be cap Go and catch you a K, everybody wanna rap Slide through, you don't duck, everybody get tapped Woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo