Yeah Yeah Yeah Woah Woah Woah Woah Yeah Um she's shakin' fast Yeah she droppin' slow Uh what Yeah, neck on throat Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Yeah Um she's shakin' fast Yeah she droppin' slow Uh what Yeah, neck on throat Yeah, what Diamonds all on my teeth Walk around Christian Lou Diamonds all on my sneakers You up a boy got bad luck Don't even talk to me You no hiccup and stalk on me Chopping my whip don't walk to me Far and far and whip Yeah, what it's called Pull up in that shit lil' bitch Yeah, like a boss Had a lil' bitch from down south Yeah, put that shit all in her mouth Eating them veggies with Simon Yeah, no I'm not eating no trout Boy you a bitch Boy you a snitch Heard you gon' burn them cops out Yeah, talking that shit You ain't on shit Really you ain't gon' pop out Yeah, getting money that's why they hatin' on me Still on that paper route Hit so hard I pulled out That's so fat, count time out Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Yeah Um she's shakin' fast Yeah she droppin' slow Uh what Yeah, neck on throat Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Yeah Um she's shakin' fast Yeah she droppin' slow Uh what Yeah, neck on throat Fly to L.A. for a week And I got Rick on my T And I got Rick on my feet Choppin' on me Sackin' my jeans And I put that on Big B's Shout out G-Weed I got your hoe on the team Runnin' them laps just like a meat And that bands on the go yard And I got goose on my yard We gon' rock out like a Tars Ho, I got lean, I got bars Ho, I got lean, I got bars Ho, I fuck her cause I'm hard What's up with me, I go hard Ho, I'ma lean them on stars Uh, ayy, now we on top of my car Lookin' at stars, like I made it far Ayy, look at my chain, low on the dog If that get brand, she goin' hard Whoa Yeah, um, she shakin' fast Yeah, she droppin' slow Uh what Yeah, neck on throat Whoa Yeah, um, she shakin' fast Yeah, she droppin' slow Uh what Yeah, neck on throat Choppa that for all those Kickflip, bitch, all those Dressin' all black, sharp as a tack Cut that bitch ass off roads I took your bitch and you lost Told her come fuck with some balls Invited that bitch to my log Hold on, bitch, take your shoes off The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin' No, I'm not trustin' these bitches Ay, no, I don't fuck with these snitches No, Woozie got Choppa's extensions How come I'm all in her mentions? Ay, am I rollin' three-dimensional? Bitch, it's dangerous like mystical These niggas clone, you get your chemicals Twin Choppas, they identical My hands and everything got tentacles Poppin' Perky's like they minerals Fuck you, my hand on my genitals When on the stage, I got adrenaline Bout to flex up on my enemy I don't need negative energy These niggas not who they pretend to be Whoa Yeah, um, she shakin' fast Yeah, she droppin' slow Uh what Yeah, neck on throat Whoa Yeah, um, she shakin' fast Yeah, she droppin' slow Uh what Yeah, neck on throat