Oh, you must not know what you just started
Me and my bitch gnarly, gnarly
Give a * about this party
We gon' step on * regardless
Get my booty, swipe that bitch
And now the spirit to charge
Making music, been on bitches
I be really marching
I got hands for a hoe
I get bands for a show
He want chance, bands, bands
After chance, nigga, no
I keep saying free love, *
Who my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's going down
Soon as I land on them folks
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Do what I want
I'm coming
I'm crushing
Dumb fools, I don't bruise, I don't rub
I stand out, bitch, I'm special
I'm a bitch like, bitch like Kevin
You a bum ass bitch, you messy
Don't stall me, bitch, I'm petty
Line in and beat you up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose
It's up with who
All my, all my, all my diamonds, sir
And all these members, sir, the two
Smiling in my nigga
Knock out all your thirties
CA doors, open up for me
Hear the engine roar
Switch to sport
I got, I got
Somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important
Okay!
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hey!
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hey!
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hey!
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Block nineteen, it came with a drum
Yeah, this my favorite gum
Asked if he my only nigga
I said no but you my favorite one
Nah, for real
Yeah, Reds beat your nigga, I want it one
Look at me
Nah, I can't make you mine
But I can make you come
Freak up, freak up, in the sheets
In them streets, in them streets, in them streets
Baby, I'm a thug
I just threw 10,000 something ones
In his * club
I'm poppin' it so hard
Cause I ain't used to *
These niggas ain't got no type
They want a stupid bitch