(Yeah Yeah)
(On my Usher shit yuh dig?)
(Eyy whoa)
(A little thing for the summer yuh dig?)
(Yee, okay)
(Whoa, 100 bands on my)
(Yo Eyy)
Yeah I luv this shit
Cant lie man I luv this shit
I luv this shit
Cant lie man I luv this shit
I luv this shit
Cant lie man I luv this shit
I luv this shit
(Eyy god damn god damn god damn)
Rookie nigga but the OGs treat me like a vet
I just flipped my clothing line into a f*cking check
I'm rock star dis molly got me lockjaw
You can't come around me if your pockets hurt
I can't trust a soul cant trust nobody
Saying that I f*cked your bitch that's probably
I might crash the honda buy a mazi
I might just go dummy go retarded
Man I luv this shit
Cant lie man I f*ck that bitch
Cant lie man I luv this shit
Cant lie man I luv this shit
Cant lie man I f*ck that bitch
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
(Eyy god damn god damn god damn)
I luv this shit
Cant lie man I luv this shit
I luv this shit
Cant lie man I luv this shit
I luv this shit
Cant lie man I luv this shit
I luv this shit
(Eyy god damn god damn god damn)