Y'all gone fuck up who boy? Yeah OK
Y′all been sniffing too much, grams of yay
Whip that shit like Mandolay
Want that beef I am gormet
Takin′ pics in your back yard, bitch you ain't up in Saint-Tropez
You couldn′t strike with a match, how the fuck you on fire?
Talking 'bout you fuckin′ Mariah
I'm interrupting your plans
You marched in with no drums, that means you came with no bands
She want the Audi but I say you gotta wait
I bought a Harley then I went and bought a [?]
Dark denim, 101 I′m talking Bape
Is it me I'm in the club and I can feel the hate
They can′t imagine how those pretty bottles taste
80, 000 [?]fought another case
Holding onto my pistol while she twerk for me
Double MG till the day I D.I.E