Pulling up to the party make you killers wonder Where I'm from and whats my game and Why am I the fucking come up What I do to be this fly and Whats my fucking body count And why I pull up like *skrr* in your mini block full of crips and bloods Cut cut, every shit you hear on out And when a bitch comes to your crib without the loud you kick her out And why you listen to this music? Why the fuck are you dressed this way? Why won't you get famous man with all your fucking talent? They like (eyy) They like (eyy) They like, they like, they like (eyy) They like (skrr), they like (yea) They like, they like, they like Why you wanna call me out man? I ain't even done shit Why you wanna ruin it? I haven't even started biz How you finna' get money, without putting work in All real shooters get money, I just called the shots (ok like) She wanna call me up she got teeth eyy She wanna call me up she got bizz eyy, yea She wanna smoke up all of my weed eyy She wanna roll around in my swift eyy Call me up she got teeth eyy Fuck up all of my biz ey Smoke up all of my weed ey Roll around in my, ey Yea yea, shit Whats my game and why am I the fucking come up? Come up, yea ♪ Yea