Yeah, we back, huh
Y'all thought this was wack
Yeah, we back, huh
Two times on your ass
Nigga,try to run the drum gone hit his back
And we shoppin', and we shoppin' all at sacs
Tell that bitch too shhh Give me all that cat
Yeah, we back
Kids that made a hit for sure
Yeah, we back
Got number nine jeans on the stats
We got Rick Owen kicks to the dash, huh
Take your bitch out
Yeah, she's shakin' ass
She said it is real, and I'm takin' that
I said, shh, bitch
Just make it clap, huh
I call my boy MJ to run it back
Call that bitch my slime, cause she is my f*ckin' slat
Yeah, whipping in that foreign, cause you know I got that slat
Yeah, whipping in that foreign, cause you know I got that blat
Yeah, freaky Michael a Goofy, yeah, he a f*ckin' rat
Huh, feel like Pat Rooney, cause we shootin' with that gat
Huh, break that boy's shit
Yeah, he lookin' for a map
Yeah, try to press us
Yeah, we put you to matts, huh
Feinin' for a girl's snap, huh
You ain't runnin' it
Tryna get a snap back, huh
It ain't happenin'
Nigga keep on lyin', till that nigga put a cap in it
Feelin' so good from behind, bitch, I'm slappin' it
Bitch, don't call my phone if you been all night
Throw my phone on DND, all you do is whine
Huh, lookin' at your girl, yeah, think she got a tag
Nah, lookin' at the price, we just throwin' racks
Yeah, turnin' green in here, yeah, I think I'm bout to smash
Yeah, pants be saggin', cause my pocket full of racks