I’m-
Should I get back on my cowboy sh#t, Chris? (Uh-huh, uh-huh, on God)
Yee—haw (Uh-huh, uh-huh, come here)
This beat is just hard as f#ck (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Let’s go, let’s go
Uh, try me if you want, it’s gon’ get wild, woah, yee-haw
She ride it all night, she going wild, damn (I miss my KTM)
Treat her like a lasso (Uh-huh)
I get money, I’m an #ssh#l# (Yee-haw)
Every day ’bout cash flow
In the strip club, drop #ss low (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, dash, woah (Let’s go)
I do the dash, woah (Let’s go, let’s go)
That’s yo’ little bitty b#tch (Come on)
Well, I’m finna smash on, I’m finna smash on
Then throw my rag on
f#ck her on my farm, I took her to the back home (Yee-haw)
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin
I’m in my bag (Let’s go, let’s go)
b#tch, I don’t play, close the curtains
This gun blow, call it curtis (Yeah, yeah)
One thing’s for sure, one thing’s for certain (Let’s go, let’s go)
Money tall, like Yao Ming, smokin’ that stank
I just may rob me a bank (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma pull up in a tank, all my n#gg#s, they up on the back (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And they totin’ a strap (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
She just 〈.?.〉 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m finna do my thing
With my clan, feel like Wu-Tang (What else?)
All girls are the same-same
That’s all in my brain (On God)
I wanna f#ck yo main thing
I’ma pull up in a tank, all my n#gg#s, they up on the back and they totin’ the strap
Shoot the 〈.?.〉 don’t bang
I’m finna do my thing
With my clan, feel like Wu-Tang (Uh-huh)
All girls are the same-same
That’s all in my brain (On God)
I wanna f#ck yo main thing
Uh, try me if you want, it’s gon’ get wild, woah, yee-haw
She ride it all night, she going wild, damn (I miss my KTM)
Treat her like a lasso (Uh-huh)
I get money, I’m an #ssh#l# (Yee-haw)
Every day ’bout cash flow
In the strip club, drop #ss low (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, dash, woah (Let’s go)
I do the dash, woah (Let’s go, let’s go)
That’s yo’ little bitty b#tch (Come on)
Well, I’m finna smash on, I’m finna smash on
Then throw my rag on
f#ck her on my farm, I took her to the back home (Yee-haw)
I’m on the scene booling with slatts
Gucci, my pants with the .40 attached (Uh-huh, let’s go, let’s go, uh-huh)
Gucci, my pants with the .40 attached
I’m on the scene booling with slatts
Gucci, my pants with the .40 attached (Let’s go, let’s go, yee-haw)
Gucci, my pants with the .40 attached
Gucci, my pants with the .40 attached (What else?)
I’m on the scene booling with slatts
Gucci, my pants with the .40 attached (On God, that’s on God)
Uh, try me if you want, it’s gon’ get wild, woah, yee-haw
She ride it all night, she going wild, damn (I miss my KTM)
Treat her like a lasso (Uh-huh)
I get money, I’m an #ssh#l# (Yee-haw)
Every day ’bout cash flow
In the strip club, drop #ss low (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, dash, woah (Let’s go)
I do the dash, woah (Let’s go, let’s go)
That’s yo’ little bitty b#tch (Come on)
Well, I’m finna smash on, I’m finna smash on
Then throw my rag on
f#ck her on my farm, I took her to the back home (Yee-haw)
Let’s go, let’s go!
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