(Help!) On that shit, on that shit On that shit, on that shit (Help!) On that shit, uh, uh (On that shit) Yeah yeah Smoking butane in the Yucatan In the SUV, not a minivan In your bitch chest like a mammogram Got two shooters with me like the son of Sam T.I.P straps, kneecap Fish hit 'em, we ain't good Goods coming, we in that I play with pussy, never played that New chains like the slaves back Fuck the records, want the J's back Want a Maybach just to crash that Dreamt of money in my last nap Checked my pockets, really had that I'm talking numbers like the NASDAQ Met a German, got my swag mapped I'm smoking gas out of swag packs Fuck a tag, I gotta have that I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit On that road, look like a rollercoaster Chopper blowing like it got a runny nose I never let a bitch talk back to a pimp Bitch what you smoking on? I never fuck with industry hoes I did it once but fuck it, ayy ayy ayy Ride around with the K, K, K Coupe white like a KKK Two cellphones like Gates That's my nigga, free my nigga man In Puerto Rico it was me and Wayne I'm tryna put a bitch on a plane Low pros when a nigga swang Five point oh, highway Bounce out, valet Crab legs, chow mein Faggot ass bitch, gotta pay the price Got so much ice, shit ain't right Creep through the night, in the undo Roll the windows down, drrrrrr Hittin' bitches with the lingo Yeah the conversation worth a hundred racks Ayy bitch, hand me that motherfuckin' scale ho Ayy ayy I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit I'm on that shit