There was a time when all I wanted was to f*ck Christina Milian, uh
Was bumpin' Petey Pablo, throw it up for Carolina
We dropped the rim and put our elbow in like we Vince Carter
We swerved our bikes like Trae tha Truth
This way before Desiigner
When leg would slip off peg and I'd show Momma my new shiner
I never wore a helmet, that was bitch repellent
That's just how we were rebellin'
Made us feel like felons
Hit the woods and bring your pellet
This was 'round 11
"What's that fruity shit I'm smellin'?" thoughts are now developed
We smoked them cherry swishers, cherry swishers, cherry swishers, hey
We smoked them cherry swishers, cherry swishers, cherry swishers, hey
We smoked them cherry swishers, cherry swishers, cherry swishers, hey
We smoked them cherry swishers, cherry swishers, cherry swishers, hey
Thanks to Jay and Pimp I had a itch to throw a bitch off of a yacht
Used to love to argue with the chicks
When they talked shit, it was kinda hot
Was bleedin' out my belly, f*ck a stitch
Now all I drip is Dom Perignon
Perspective switched up
My decisions got influenced lots
When I was dyin' and I got surrounded by the docs
Thought they might lose the boy
My momma couldn't bear to watch
But look I made it
Why you think I keep a hand on crotch?
Flex on em'
Flex on em'
Flex on em', hey
Flex on em'
Flex on em'
Flex on em', hey
Ben Gordon, lookin' gorgeous, I'll drop 48
Bars of course, gon' cop a Porsche and then I'll fornicate
With all my fans, uh
I hope one of them's a dancer
I might romance her,
With the shits like colon cancer
Big cheeks like hamster got me glowin' like orange Fanta
She's not the answer so it's time to Larry Nance her