Ya Shut the f*ck up mother fucker You really ain't talking back to me You stepped up, you messed up I'm gonna mop you clean then I'm gonna rock the beat Your chick she ride me, my dick inside She splits sexy flexible, she texts all week Getting high G, drinks and fire weed Kid so gnarly, spits tsunamis out Yo may go psycho killing this shit I take them down bro just like Waco burning the kids I shake them down, woah, at the bank go give me that cash I break them down hoe, want that payroll Sell me that Benz Aye dog game on, play on player Aye yo pay up, give me all your paper Aye dog game on, play on player Aye yo pay up, give me all your paper Every time I spit it dawg I'm killing this shit I want a blacked out Bentley Continental GT, Henny maxed out Pass out when you see me in it Whip sauced out, passing grass to my people with me Kicking it I'm really chilling I'm spitting wickedly I'm sick with it the illest kid in the music industry Committed to the business, you can't get with it Get a lesson, the lyrics that I'm writing a 10 but I guess I'm flexing Aye dog game on, play on player Aye yo pay up, give me all your paper Aye dog game on, play on player Aye yo pay up, give me all your paper I'm shining my wrist is lit from all the diamonds She's a dime and I'm kissing her lip locking divine She's shockingly kind, and she's got a lot on her mind You know she's awfully fine, and I said she's got to be mine Uh Spit so hard to be copied it'd be impossible So best luck stopping me all of you off your rocker Yo I'm rocking it, rockstar shit I'm hip and hopping it I'm dropping hits, I'm mobbing in whips you fucking ogle at I slaughter it