[ Featuring 1CEY ]
Okay, I just cannot get enough of all the guala
Swervin' foreign whips in foreign countries, no Impalas
Drop the bed cause stackin' up, nah, I can't be bothered
'Lotta lames around you, yeah, 'lotta creepy crawlers
If I had a dollar for every time that I f*cked your bitch, I'd have a couple dollars
Big body trucks in every driveway, I've got cribs-a-lotta
She call me her father
Got her bouncing up and down like she was on a Teeter Totter
Magic wand, hazzah, get you hit like Harry Potter
She say "oh my god,all three 7s, yeah I want 'em"
This ain't no facade, boy we'll really get to gunnin'
Beep test how my choppa got these motherf*ckers runnin'
Okay, I just cannot get enough of all the guala
Swervin' foreign whips in foreign countries, no Impalas
Drop the bed cause stackin' up, nah, I can't be bothered
'Lotta lames around you, yeah, 'lotta creepy crawlers
Too much bread, stack it up like Tetris, never fall
Too much bread, count it up outside the mall
Pull the choppa out, we gon' get this f*cker gone
Bitch my fit cost what you droppin' on a car
Bitch I feel like Denji, I stay with my dawgs
Countin' blue fast, Sonic Hedgehog
Smoke explosive bitch, shout out Cold Hart
Even flexin' at my Lois, posted up in Quahog
(ok)
Eat it up like rice, she give me brain like wonton
Three bitches doin' tricks for me, but ain't no Pom-Poms
I got sauce and I got lettuce, I got bread like croutons
"Yo which chain is that," oh shit, yeah, it's my new one
We just took another body, make that two-for-one
Drop like thirty bands on something new from Lou' Vuitton
True Religion Fiend, hah, I feign for Buddha
I ain't scared to up the heater, kill a pussy like I'm Luka
Bad bitches in bulk, 'cause bitch I got a few 'em
Bad bitches should bark, she use my bone to chew on
Spend a quick band, now I'm Trued Up
Count up so many bands, yeah, it's too much
Yeah
