[ Featuring E.T. Outta$pace ]
Uh, uh, uh, hand me my guitar, I'm finna rock out
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm havin' too much fun with these racks, had to put it in the bag, can't fit in my pants
All of my niggas gon' pop out, ready to rock out like we was part of the band
Had to get f*ck niggas out of my circle, bitch, I ain't fall off, it was part of the plan
Bitch actin' like she can't breathe, whenever I leave, like I got her heart in my hands
I just be smokin' and drippin' and f*ckin' on bitches, I do what I want cause I can
It's hard for her to leave me alone, I'm rockin' V-Lone, it just got shipped from Japan
I'm movin' slow like I popped me a Xan, but I'm sippin' on lean, pour the Sprite out the can
And I just saw Supa the other day, know that's my brother, now free G-Marco out the can
My name ain't Ken, but bitch, I'm the man, talk to me nice, what the f*ck you sayin
Came up out the dirt, used to play in the sand, now my bitch tryna get me to play with her friend
Wait, I'm lyin, did I just say that? My bitch too stingy, you know she gon' play that
She said that dick is for her whenever we f*ck, like yeah, I know when she say that
Clean her real nice like I hit it with Ajax, roll up a sweet aromatic and face that
Foot on her neck, I'ma leave that bitch face flat, beat the bitch up from the back, tell her take that
I miss my gangster bitch, she had her face tat, don't take no pictures with me, bitch, erase that
She said, I'm hungry, Guap, where is my plate at? Whipped out my dick, told her, here, you can taste that
Turn the beat up, where the f*ck is the bass at? Ran out of lean, where the f*ck is the case at
Say you want weed, where the f*ck is my cake at? I'm chasin' paper, lil' bitch, I don't chase cat
I made the blueprint, they tryna chase that, F*ckers, they smokin, man, they must've laced that
I just take off on these beats like a racetrack, I ain't trippin' off of these freaks, I'll replace that
Take your bitch back, boy, I don't wanna date that, uh, I just wanted to have a lil sex
She got it deep throat, whenever she suckin' that bitch, make the dick touch the back of her neck
I just be ballin' like I was Vince Carter, I do it ease, I ain't breakin' the sweat
I told her, lil' bitch, that I'm not tryna chill, I can't deal with the bitch, like she bringin' a check
Ayy, let me let this bitch ride for a second
Get my guitar on this bitch, I'm finna rock out
Get my guitar on this bitch, I'm finna rock out
Rock out, let's get it, let's go
I'm havin' too much fun with these racks, had to put it in the bag, can't fit in my pants
All of my niggas gon' pop out, ready to rock out like we was part of the band
Had to get f*ck niggas out of my circle, bitch, I ain't fall off, it was part of the plan
Bitch actin' like she can't breathe, whenever I leave, like I got her heart in my hands
