Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
(hahahahaha)
Yea, up in this bitch wit the cutter on me
Bitch I'm on bad business
Yea, these niggas keep stackin they ego up
I guess it's time to brag different
I'm sendin my goons to handle the business
I give em the glock wit the mag in it
Not finna get crossed up
That's why i park the car
It always be backed in
And I'm makin shit happen
When they see me they knowin I'm bringin these racks in
Got em thinkin I'm ex-military, got all the tactics
Bitch I'm in control, jus like a fascist
Line up your car, let's see who the fastest
Vroom vroom, nigga speedin off
In the dust that nigga get left off
Lil nigga sad, go give him a pep talk
This premium gas got me finna cough
(cough, cough)
Damn
Abracadabra nigga, got my knife i feel like ima stab a nigga
The f*ck is you lookin at muthaf*cker, I'm not no average rappin nigga
Lil hoe wanna f*ck, but ian no rabbit, nigga
A bitch keep talkin behind my back, the f*ck is you cappin for nigga
Youn get no hoes, and your song lame, the f*ck is you rappin for nigga
And I'm leaving early from the function with a plate, go head and wrap it up nigga
(haha)