Yeah I go and spazz
I go and hop in that booth for the bag
She wanted two and so I go and tag
Me and my homie go run up her ass
I don’t know what I would do without rap
I guess you’d probably see me in a band
No matter what I be getting these bands
She put my song on when she go and dance

Your bitch say I’m the man
I guess I am
I am the one with her ass in my hand
I am the one with these rickety rack in the bag
Tickity tock on the clock I don’t fuck with the ops
Pull up and I make em dance
Gimme the gas I twist in up in a dutchie
And burn it just like my advance
I don’t got ants in my pants
Unless your aunt working at hooters
I order shooters
I go pipe on your auntie
Up in the bathroom
Right by somebody that’s poopin
It smell like manure I give her maneuver
Anything she wanna do imma do it
Goldie go beat up the coochie
I leave it in ruins
Then leave with my shooter

She go and take it off
She go and take it off for me
I think I’ll baby is foreign
I don’t think you could afford her
That little bit is a freak hoe
She got me hotter like sauna
She let me film when we fucking
I think we winning an oscar