I done hop up out the beamer, now she love my swag
I can't worry bout no bih, I'm getting to the bag
I'm the chosen one, baby, I ain't playing tag
I got shorty on her knees, I can't even flag
I'mma hop out, imma hop out I'mma pop out, imma pop out
I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out, imma rock out
I'mma hop out, imma hop out I'mma pop out, imma pop out
I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out, imma rock out
We about them bucks, nigga, finna buck out
Time is money, nigga, we ain't finna clock out
Talking out her ass like, shorty, bring your butt out
I don't need no key, I'ma kick my foot out
Running with the 30 bands, running with the 30 clips
She twerking with no fucking hands, I can't even hit and dip
Golds cost like four grand, lock jaw, I can't even sip
Got it out the sand, nigga, so you know I never trip
Different flows, different clothes, different hoes
Doing shows, cash a glow, fuck and go
Hit and go, get my flow, get some dough
Hit the pole, 30 on me, Norris Cole
In the O, got no froze, staying low, hit my four
Young nigga out the old, bitch, I'm legendary
I can't fall in love, baby, what's February
Shitting in the booth so much, it ain't necessary
Run up in your crib like the fucking tooth fairy
I done hop up out the Beamer, now she love my swag
I can't worry about no bih, I'm getting to the bag
I'm the chosen one, baby, I ain't playing tag
I got shorty on her knees, I can't even flag
I'mma hop out, imma hop out
I'mma pop out imma pop out
I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out imma rock out
I'mma hop out, imma hop out
I'mma pop out, imma pop out
I'mma knock out, imma knock out
I'mma rock out, imma rock out
If you taking back shots, I'ma blow your back out
If I blow your back out, is you gone back out
If you give me brain shorty, is you gone black out
If I put it in your shorty, is you gone tap out
Get what you want, shorty, I can pay the fee
I can change your life, shorty, who you wanna be
I can't fake the funk, nigga, I can't drink no tea
Young nigga, take your charge, then I caught the plea
Running with the 30 clip, we gon' light it up
Like July 4th, nigga, we gon' spark it up
If we hit that lick, I know they gon' lock us up
Once we get locked up, nigga, don't talk it up
Told shorty, bounce that ass to this fucking beat
In the booth now, I still can't forget the street
Young nigga, tryna get the world to his mother
I can't love you, baby girl, I'm too gudda
I done hop up out the Beamer, now she love my swag
I can't worry about no bih, I'm getting to the bag
I'm the chosen one, baby, I ain't playing tag
I got shorty on her knees, I can't even flag
I'mma hop out, imma hop out
I'mma pop out, imma pop out
I'mma knock out, imma knock out
I'mma rock out, imma rock out
I'mma hop out, imma hop out
I'mma pop out, imma pop out
I'mma knock out, imma knock out
I'mma rock out, imma rock out
Bout to go in , go in
50 in , 60 in , 70 in
Aye aye
Ion need no friend go Ben
Soul sin go go Ben TTen
What the fuck, where the beat at