Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Cooling kits, fans, automatics, I know weapons
Won't use them on your man's hands test them
Yeah
What the fuck is up
What the fuck is up
Got green it ain't no thing
Celtics Celery I'm on to better things
Living a life filled with lizards
What the fuck boi I meant to say luxury
Lacking on the time I'm unique nigga
Yeah
I remember when you niggas used to copy my sneaks
I remembered when no body had it cool like me
Winters weather coats bitch I'm prepared to fucking freeze
Got pressure I'm pushing, pushing, pushing like pepa and salt
Dumb nigga you thought I was Gunna say P
Jumping in any convo bout who the fucking best is
Restless, in Chicago Neyo fuck my lady then put in on the radio
Fuck about a love song?
Love Sosa but this shit is hard so keep the beat on
Fuck with soda had to cut back cuz my diet's wrong
Super soaker siting in my lap
I love when she moan
Still son friendly, steal your bike send his ass home
Get you big brother, I may go and get a bigger drum
I'm Rockstar boi I haven't met another one
Dumb and dumber, ion learn lesson, but I live for them
Dying breed, Polo G, pop out at the function
Dmv eats' hate for breakfast niggas lunch in
Cereal eater yeah bitch I'm captain crunching
Loving on a momma young thug I feel special
Beat it down, golden star cuz she call me her pumpkin