Mm-mm-mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yuh
Yeah
Yuh, le’ go, le’ go, le’ go, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh [Le’ go, le’ go]
Uh, wait, oh, at it again
All of the f#ckery, at it again [Yeah
Wait, oh, alien ten
Slappin’ my wrist, I go Ben to the ten [Bah!
Wait, sh#t, you think we friends?
f#ck all you friends, you be faker than Ken [Uh
Float on the beat and we winnin’ again
Acceptin’ my Ws, go for the win [Phew, phew]
Chasin’ my dreams, chasin’ the screams [Yuh!
Dollar them bills, I’m collectin’ the cream [Uh
Feelin’ at ease, doin’ my thing
No, not a rat but I’m stackin’ my cheese, please [Nah
Stayin’ grimy with it, f#ck your reaction [Yuh
Push my music like this sh#t a contraction [Yeah
Manifestin’ with the law of attraction
Won’t spell out my moves, I just do it with action
Yuh, yuh, I’ma kick it, Rush Hour, Jackie Chan
Chris Tucker in the van, oh man g#dd#mn, no Dex [Bah, bah!
I release stress with the sex
I be blowin’ all my money, every single damn check [Yuh-yuh
Big t#ts all on the b#tch, she from Czech
No Republican, b#tch, I don’t f#ck with the red side [Nah
I’m not talkin’ ’bout the bloods or the red life [Nah
If I did, yeah, I would be a dead guy [Grrrr
Pikachu, shockin’ the world with my presence
I get it, everything I say is pathetic [Yeah
I’m smokin’, savin’ green, yeah, all of my lettuce
You jealous, all you got to flex is a necklace [Yeah
I’m reckless, getting rowdy with it [Ooh
I pipe her, no finish [Yuh, yeah
Rippin’ up her guts, I’m a menace, no Dennis [Yeah, yeah
m#th*rf#ck*r, finish my sentence
No, I hint they like me, yuh
She hit my with the “Where are you?”, she curious [Yuh
Told her sorry but no, we not serious [What?
She hit me back, “Okay”, then she look furious [Aye
Got a goal and I plan to get really rich [Yuh
She tryna grab on my wallet like really b#tch [Bah, yuh, aye!
Pulled up all black and this b#tch look mysterious [What? Uh
I got a jet, I made her go delirious [Huh?
Got a hot-cheeto b#tch and she say “Period”, uh [Aye!
I got a Jane, I’m on a plane [Yuh
She give me brain, that sh#t go insane [What? Yuh
Grab by the neck, b#tch, I feel like Kane [Aye, yuh
She had told my b#tch, lookin’ like Cobain [Aye
Put ’em on some b#tch, she can not be tamed [Bah!
She on my line but I don’t feel the same [Huh?
I don’t like people, I stay in my lane [Bah, bah!
I walk in the party and they knew my name
I walk in the party like “Who is here?”
We gon’ rip his teeth out for a souvenir [Bah, yuh!
If he talk hot, he get lit up, no chandelier [Aye, what?
Yeah, we gon’ take his #ss right out the biosphere [Uh, what?
[Yuh, aye, aye, bah!] ‘Member they thought Lil’ Trojan won’t be sh#t [Bah, bah bah!
Now I pull up and my neck is on sea-sick [Yuh, aye!
Dumb #ss b#tch thought I wouldn’t peek sh#t [What? Uh!
SRT gon’ skrrt, I’m fleetin’ [Yuh, yuh!
They need alarms ’cause they sleepin’ [Aye, huh?
My wrist on teardrop, it’s weepin’ [Yuh, aye!
I got this, they soul want sweepin’, uh [What? Bah!
I got a drunk girl who sing for me [Yuh, aye
She in my line like “Trojan, why you mean to me?” [What?
I can tell you that girl, she got a thing for me [Uh, yuh
Replace a b#tch if she ever go cheat on me [Aye!]
I’ma swap that hoe out, she a silly thot [Yuh
Shawty think that I’m loyal, I’m really not [Yuh, yuh
Run up too fast and that semi pop [Uh
I record a new song while she give me top [Brrr, brrr
She been suckin’ my dick from like 10-2 [Gang
In her face, in my desk when I bless the booth [b#tch!
I point that TEC at you [Yuh, yuh-yuh
She suck me up, say my sh#t so delectable [Yuh-yuh, yuh-yuh
You on my reticle, yuh, uh, aye
Man these b#tches tweakin’ [Grrrah
You ain’t talkin’ no biz then we never speakin’ [Yuh
Heard you work 9-5, n#gg# get to sweepin’ [Yuh, yuh
No I can’t never lack, I know opps is creepin’ [I’m not
Knock-knock at your door like we trick-or-treatin’
If she hear when I rap then yo b#tch is creamin’ [Yuh
I be switchin’ my hoes like the f#ckin’ season, on God [Yuh, yuh
Aye, I’m drippin’ [Uh], I walk in they praise me like religion [Brr, brr
On my sh#t, I can never be trippin’ [Okay!
Oh wait, did I forget to mention? [Uh-huh
SG on me, so don’t think I was slippin’, I can never slip [Yuh, yuh
b#tch, it’s thots that just ride on like every dick [Yuh, yuh
You the type to go f#ck on a heavy b#tch [Yuh, yuh
n#gg# jealous, I see it, it’s evident [Yuh, yuh
Man these n#gg#s outside, need to T up [On God
Know they mad ’cause they just wanna be us [Grrrah
Took a shroom so I guess that’s a 3-UP [Uh-huh
b#tch hot, got some t#tt#es, bought that hoe a D-cup [Yuh, yuh
You down and we up
Get out my business, don’t mind what I keep tucked [Yuh, yuh
He talkin’ sh#t as if we would give three f#cks
I only hop on the track if the beat bump, on God
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