Ayy, rah Pretty boy, bitch I'm clicked up Baby faced bandit at the function doing stickups Bust down teeth so watch what the diamond does All I see is smoke and all I feel is hiccups Like a DJ, I'm sorry for the mix-up Talking this and that, got a problem? I might fix up Call up big Goji, I might go and shoot the shit up Dirty piss gang, bitch, I can't piss in a cup Levitation with the pack, doing magic in the cut So much Real tree on my body can't even see what's up Ayy, he came in with his girl, but she leaving with us If I was you, I'd probably hate my guts Go berserk, at muscle beach with the work And this grimy lil' Shannon stealing money out her purse Hot Boy Turk, put his ass on a shirt Came in with a fye Señorita, gon' twerk Such a creep, you lurk Pockets fat as fuck, they 'bout to burst Pop like K pins, I know your ass was hurt Long ranged, flexed up, Matthew Hurt Long ranged, flexed up, Matthew Hurt
