What the f*ck
Yeah
Wah
I don't really do shit like this
Yeah
Way
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Wah
Wah
Bet I, pop me a chip, then run in your face
You know I, got this 40 right in the waist
Bet I, hitting your lip, I'm takin' ya taste
Know we, keepin' it fresh, we head of the race
I got, Crome hearts , all on the waist
I stay, waitin', waitin' on a new play
Keep it, lowkey, lowkey, till I get paid
Keep it, lowkey, lowkey, till I get paid
F*ck it
Wah
Wah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Shit, yeah
What
What
What
What
Turn up, turn up, wait, hold up, yeah, look
We on a new level
These bitches be actin' like they need it all
Get it together
These niggas be shootin' and hittin' the innocent
Jail them forever
Let's get better
Make money forever
Bitch, I be sippin' the wock
Shit, I'm high as a feather
You likin' this leather
That bitch suck me, straight out the leather
I'm goin' crazy today, I'm makin new waves, so get out my face
She said she tryna feel the urge
So baby, come get a lil' taste
Don't break
Just shake
Just shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Wah
Wah
Yeah
Wah
Yeah
Wah
Get loud
Get loud
Get loud
Wah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah