(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Mimo)
(Oh woah)
(Yeah, hold on)
(Yeah yeah)
(Heh)
(Hold on, hold on)
(Ya!)
With ya new man, yeah you can do better
Boul wanna try me we aim with Barrettes
I get the money and go, we applying that pressure
You know that I'm balling I ain't talking Chris Webber
I get the gas you know I can feel it
Mad that I'm doing something
Get ya hell out ya feelings
I'm getting racks higher than the ceiling
I'm with my shooters you gonna be leaking
With ya new man, yeah you can do better
Boul wanna try me we aim with Barrettes
I get the money and go, we applying that pressure
You know that I'm balling I ain't talking Chris Webber
I get the gas you know I can feel it
Mad that I'm doing something
Get ya hell out ya feelings
I'm getting racks higher than the ceiling
I'm with my shooters you gonna be leaking
I've been saying forget ya, and I'm feeling like I'm C-Lo
Yo shorty said she like my fit
I mix the Ricks with the Vlone
I took my girl back to my place, and I made her do the C note
You know that I got them blue hunnids, it look like Stitch and Lilo
I'm get it back uh, I'm getting racks where you at yeah
In that Hellcat matte black uh, in that new whip too fast yeah
Don't know whats happening
Stealing my flow the hell is you jacking it
I keep a blick on my side yeah I'm packing it
She just be tweaking no I am not having it
Hit it once and I'm passing it
Yo shawty said she got me in her playlist
Don't talk down Lil Boul I ain't some to play with
I'm dodging these bullets like I'm in the Matrix
I cannot talk to lil thotty yeah she is too basic
Said what I said you know that I mean it
I keep that choppa you know that it's heated
I need the bands you know that it's needed
No going back, I treat you how I was treated
With ya new man, yeah you can do better
Boul wanna try me we aim with Barrettes
I get the money and go, we applying that pressure
You know that I'm balling I ain't talking Chris Webber
I get the gas you know I can feel it
Mad that I'm doing something
Get ya hell out ya feelings
I'm getting racks higher than the ceiling
I'm with my shooters you gonna be leaking
With ya new man, yeah you can do better
Boul wanna try me we aim with Barrettes
I get the money and go, we applying that pressure
You know that I'm balling I ain't talking Chris Webber
I get the gas you know I can feel it
Mad that I'm doing something
Get ya hell out ya feelings
I'm getting racks higher than the ceiling
I'm with my shooters you gonna be leaking