I aint shit with to these niggas
Why they wanna come around and fake shit
I f*ck with the demons and angels no fake shit
Can't f*ck with these niggas they make me go ape shit
Im outta this world I'm on my space shit
Stop sitting on your ass and go make a bag
Ill blow a bag and make a bag
She couldn't f*ck me so she f*ck the gang
Im not surprised I know she a hoe, she not my type she gotta go
Do my dance I hit the woah
Dripped out from my head to toe, she aint never seen this designer before
OMC my jeans huh, purple vans they clean huh
Don't forget the belt amnesia
Ray bans on can't see yuh
Get off your knees ion need the top, only thing I need right now is guap
Driving too fast and I will not stop, f*ck the rules man f*ck a cop
Living too fast I think I'm pushing my luck
She think she fat she need a tummy tuck
Rock out at shows imma f*ck shit up
Too much henny is gon f*ck me up