Hey, throw that ass like it's four ton In the gym two years, you a force now Yeah, these niggas switched on it, get a course now, oh Tell them, "Bitch, pipe down" And if you need a man, girl, you know you gon' hit up Don't you found love in a shitty club Oh, yeah, you don't get that shit mixed up Gettin' all your money and your paystubs Yeah, yeah, throw ass that back like You had to take it right back, right You ain't even fit, you tried it on last night If the head ain't right, uh, go back twice, yeah Shawty want you right, right, yeah If I [?] I got the pack right, yeah If she throw it back she worth a bag, right, yeah Hit it from the back, make her act right, yeah Smokin' on my weed, baby, you fuckin' know All damn week, baby, yeah, it's for sure Got it just like that, uh Shawty wanna fuck with me just like a night cap, uh I just got there and she on the flight back, uh I'ma get it right, get it right, get it, uh, get it It's 2 A.M. and I'm turned up I had a view, should've capped at the first one Moonshine through the curtains Too fine, had to catch you in person Cut your ex off, he a snake, he a serpent Hit the gym early, I see you, girl, it's workin' (Fire) Yeah, it's mine and I'm certain Pen Griffey, bitch, you know you can't curve him (Oh) You come around and (Yeah) bring the heat up Yeah, you hot like fever I'm tryna kick it like soccer, like FIFA Smoke up my reefa, bag was like a tree trunk I had to re-up, smokin' green pepper (Trilla) I'm tryna keep up, known to fuck the beat up Man, I'm too cold, man, this summer gon' freeze up Smokin' on my weed, baby (Baby, yeah), you fuckin' know All damn week, baby, yeah, it's for sure Got it just like that, uh Shawty wanna fuck with me just like a night cap, uh I just got there and she on the flight back, uh I'ma get it right, get it right, get it, uh, get it They be like, "No cappin", I be coppin' from the dealership They cannot put a cap on it, my cap is fuckin' infinite Nike cap been finished, but Pen Griffey never finished I'ma pen another hit, my craftsmanship, they like my penmanship That's no cap like a banisher, no cap like [?] She thought we was tight, but girl, that was a long time ago Now bitches finer thought, I did shit with Rihanna, ho My cheddar look like Geronimo, that's all kind of O's And you smell the weed smoke, two-seater dark tints so she could, ayy (Haha) So she could, ayy, Tiller, this Serenity, I'm goin' beast mode (God damn)