Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
When we blow Smoke on that beef
We dont play no game with opp, especially, with the opps
I’m the type of person you don’t wanna mess with
Thats when you start to get so Uncomfortable
We gon’ party C-Walk
We be dancin’ on the Floor, C-Walk
We gon’ get a Cheerleader on the Gettysburg, C-Walk
What is a Cheerleader, anyway?
I Dont get it, whats the point of it
When you can just find girls, on your own
Ayy
Whats the frickin, point
We gon’ frickin party
Ayy, ayy
We gon’ frickin party, Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
We gon’ frickin party, Ayy, ayy
Ayy
*bark*
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
We gon’ spin da block, on em’
100 Choppas on me
Walkin’ down da Block
Walking down da Block. when we dont give a frick
I Dont even carе
We dont even carе Though
Ayy
Dude say “he was gonna call the cups”
What is a cup?, you mean cops
Das’ funny
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