It's like a crime scene
And we going high speed
And the racks remind me
Of the Perfect Timing
And your body's shining
And these bottles pint ting
And I want your cake, hoe
The rest like icing
It's like a tinsel, up on an art piece
She got that wisdom, the head like slimy
And I think I missed em, but I bought it finally
Confronted with crystals, I flooded my timepiece
Drop the top and I cop another wrist watch (Drop)
In the spot and we block the whole bitch off
She be touching on her own body
Everybody in the party watch his own wallet
Hit the turbo on the Phantom like I'm Dope Walker
Eighty-one for Kobe and you know that there is no stoppin'
It's a flex, its a flop like I'm Chris Paul (Like I'm Chris)
Takin' off, break the law and it's lift off (And it's lift)
And it's lift off (And it's lift)
Eight-one for Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah (The GOAT)
First I'm eight then I'm twenty-four
Then I run yo' bitch to the double O
It's like a crime scene
And we going high speed
And the racks remind me
Of the Perfect Timing
And your body's shining
And these bottles pint ting
And I want your cake, hoe
The rest like icing
It's like a tinsel, up on an art piece
She got that wisdom, the head like slimy
And I think I missed em, but I bought it finally
Confronted with crystals, I flooded my timepiece
Counting cabbage all up in the VIP
Lay up and get lavish layin' next to me
Fuckin' with them average minded not for me (They not for me)
How you just so cold but you lie to me (But you lie)
I just spent these thousands on some new additions
Come split all the icing with the baddest bitches (With the bad)
Know it taste like icing, know it taste like icing
Know it taste like icing, please do not invite me (No)