(Let’s go, Mario)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I’ve seen enough now
They say they need me to f#ck up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out (Yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I’m hot now
See, I told them b#tches, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now (Brr, yeah)
Ain’t enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down (Yeah)
And I know she want love, but I’m anti as f#ck (Yeah, yeah), I don’t think that I need it right now (Okay)
There’s no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down (Yeah)
But I still go OD for my motherf#ckin’ brothers, whenever it’s down, smack down (Yeah)
Saturday night, I’m goin’ raw as a motherf#ckin’ hoe (Yeah)
I just Chris Pauled on my motherf#ckin’ ball (Yeah, yeah)
She a redbone, I’m a dog, I suppose (Yeah, brr)
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot, my young n#gg#s with me, they saying it’s goals
I done bossed all of them up (Skrrt), they ain’t ask me for sh#t (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt), that’s just gang so you know how it goes (Yeah)
And I’m up in this b#tch, I been counting my paper (Yeah)
That Vivienne Westwood, Supreme, alligator (What? Yeah)
I’m not a home wrecker, I’m f#cked, see you later
My b#tch p#ss# wetter, please get it together (Yeah)
That GG all over my motherf#cking sweater (Okay)
I pip regardless, I don’t move with the weather (Okay, okay, okay)
That GG Allin rock the stage ,I would never
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your b#tch love Donny, she just made me her header (Skrrt-skrrt)
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever (Yeah)
This sh#t not Vlone, it’s a cross on my sweater
That’s ØUTLAW Rickies, I just mix ’em together (Yeah)
Check my sound, this sh#t a number one seller (Yeah)
b#tch, you know I know she just want all my cheddar (Yeah, yeah)
That’s why I’m sleeping with a brand new Beretta (Yeah)
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher (Brr)
Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure (Huh, woah, yeah)
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better (Woo)
Boy, your #ss not a man, we gon’ make him three letters (Yeah)
Stack up my loot, b#tch, I love all my treasure (Yeah)
She a fan of my sh#t, we gon’ f#ck if I let her (Yes sir)
Smash on the gas, it’s a whole ‘nother level (Yes sir)
Free my dawgs out the motherf#cking box, I ain’t letting up (Yes sir)
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war and I think that I’ve seen enough now (Bop, bow)
They say they need me to f#ck up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out (Let’s go)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I’m hot now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
See, I told them b#tches, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now
Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma spend my last before the world get over me (go)
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it’s so hard to breathe (Let’s go)
Now the VVVs talking, please don’t talk to me (Go)
I been traveling three months and keep falling on me (Go, go)
See I been tryna stack with my n#gg#s
Roll up and get high and back back with my n#gg#s
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these n#gg#s
See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these n#gg#s
Drunk out, I can’t even go down with these n#gg#s
[?] there’s no cap on a n#gg#
Strapped up in this b#tch, Mad Max on these n#gg#s
You can’t f#ck with my b#tch, so relax on my n#gg#
Hop out a Jag, who is that little n#gg#?
b#tch, it’s me little Daij with them racks on me n#gg# (Lets go)
b#tch, we up two hella casualties, n#gg#
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just running his mouth he’s a real good debater
We still good on this side, we ain’t f#cking with traitors
Gang, gang, gang
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I’ve seen enough now (Yeah)
They say they need me to f#ck up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I’m hot now
See, I told them b#tches that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now
Ain’t enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I’m anti as f#ck, I don’t think that I need it right now
There’s no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf#ckin’ brothers, whenever it’s down, smack down
Rock star
Rock star
Go, go, go
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