Yeah
Stoop
Woo woo woo
(Zone 6, n*gga, Pyrex Whipper)
Yeah
I had the Louis, the duffel in the back of the whip
Like its caucasian
I plan on hustling, buying this b*tch,
Imma die with the old age
You braggin and boastin about bussin
Yo gun in the trap like it's '08,
While I'm like the Wiz,
Imma smoke with your bitch
When I f*ck I say okay
I got the trap back,
I'm not in no hatchback,
I gave lil mama a tip drill,
Not no cashback,
I beat the brakes off the p*ssy, I had a flashback,
That c*ochie right, sitting uptight like a snapback
When I pull up, you know it's somethin
Joe Budden, we know he pumpin,
I might take off and hit the bud,
Just to show you this sh*t ain't nothin,
They say all my b*tches stuntin,
Superbowl and you know I'm puntin,
Off top, you know we not sippin Tussin,
Muwop, hit em with the Russian,
Fourth quarter, ain't no discussion,
Yeah, I'm in the game, but I end the game,
Hit em over the head, that concussion,
All these weird n*ggas, Michael Buffin
Today, you owe me pumpkin
Ole, I'm not f*ckin nothin,
I'm the major, I'm not cuffin nothin,
What the f*ck, is you smokin on dope or huffin
I had the Louis, the duffel on the back
Of my whip like it's caucasian,
I plan on hustling, buying this b*tch,
Imma die with the old age
You braggin and boastin about
Bussin yo gun in the trap like it's '08,
While I'm like the Wiz, Imma smoke with your bitch
When I f*ck her said okay
I wore all of this bape cuz I knew you would hate on it,
Say you want smoke, but you won't put a date on it,
They want some tape I told em to wait on it,
Just got a 2 liter and Sprite put an 8 on it,
Platinum with Cole, you sick cuz you ain't on it,
Got me a Benz and I put some paint on it,
I don't got friends and I don't got partners,
All of us brothers, you know that we ain't homies
Ice on my wrist and it's wet as a squeegee,
Came from the bottom, I don't mean Bikini,
Way that I turn her, I think that I'm Timmy,
I gotta blast, I think that I'm Jimmy,
I'm up late for it, I think that I'm Denny's,
City of God, I think that I'm Benny,
Make my city proud, I think that I'm Penny,
You ain't a bank teller, ain't sh*t you can tell me
I drip in this bitch like I'm minute maid,
I'm at the head like a f*ckin fade,
Used to be broke, now I'm getting paid,
Smoke with your b*tch almost every day,
Now you found out, now you feel a way,
But she still gon come around anyways
I had the Louis, the duffel in the back
Of the whip like its caucasian
I plan on hustling, buying this b*tch,
Imma die with the old age
You braggin and boastin about bussin
Yo gun in the trap like it's '08,
While I'm like the Wiz, Imma smoke with your bitch
When I f*ck I say okay