[Intro]
(You can really do that, Cami?)
(420 Tiesto)

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Okay, she almost broke my heart, then I remembered she was broke (What?)
Spent a hundred bands on this Moncler coat (Hundred bands)
A real pothead if you n***as want smoke (Want smoke)
About bread, got that shit by the loaf, ayy (Go)
Okay, now viva la raza (Viva la raza)
Double G's with my Prada (With my Prada)
Chinchilla coat, n***a, watch me cha-cha (Ooh, ooh)
Got my name off the block like Ibaka
Name a n***a hotter
Real rockstar, no guitar, this a chopper (This a chopper)
Heard you pop bars, I pop bags and take molly (Take molly)
Two bad bitches in the back, they both dykin'
I been had money, man, that shit don't excite me (What?)
If I go down, on my life, you better write me (What?)
Knock a n***a down, double back, we still slidin'
Bought my bitch a body, now she feelin' like she Kylie (Go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey

[Chorus: Rucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, they let me bring my gun in the party (In the party)
I done popped some pills, now I'm retarded (Now I'm retarded)
They fucked up, look what they done started (What they done started)
We got choppers, no Harleys (Ayy, go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey (Mike Lowrey)
Ayy, I'm not just anybody, I'm a target (I'm a target)
Walkin' out of Saks Fifth, you at Target (You at Target)
A real shit-talker, a real shit-starter, what you finna tell 'em?
Do somethin', n***a, do somethin', ayy (Ayy)
Do somethin', n***a, do somethin', ayy (They ain't gon' do nothin')
Do somethin', n***a, do somethin', ayy (Ayy, okay, though)
Do somethin', n***a, do somethin' (They ain't gon' do nothin')
[Verse 2: AzChike]
Slide somethin', n***a, slide somethin'
My n***as hungry, bitch, you can die for nine hundred
And we gon' rob your bitch ass if you don't buy nothin'
Your independent broke ass, you need to sign somethin'
I tell a bitch fuck yours, I know mines comin'
Bitch, you a weak fuck like we dry humpin'
You can suck me all you want, he ain't gon' try nothin'
I said you could die for nine, but fuck it, he'll take five hundred
Or the stick with the kickback in this kickback
If you don't ask me, n***a, ask him where your bitch at
Piss me off, show you where that shit at
Chopper bullets lookin' like the tip of a pickaxe
Now why would I sit on my ass? That's where you kiss at
Need like ten mil' with like ten plaques
And like that plaque on your gums, we goin' pitch black
I told my n***as, "Boy, I got it, you just sit back"

[Chorus: Rucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, they let me bring my gun in the party (In the party)
I done popped some pills, now I'm retarded (Now I'm retarded)
They fucked up, look what they done started (What they done started)
We got choppers, no Harleys (Ayy, go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey (Mike Lowrey)
Ayy, I'm not just anybody, I'm a target (I'm a target)
Walkin' out of Saks Fifth, you at Target (You at Target)
A real shit-talker, a real shit-starter, what you finna tell 'em?
Do somethin', n***a, do somethin', ayy (Ayy)
Do somethin', n***a, do somethin', ayy (They ain't gon' do nothin')
Do somethin', n***a, do somethin', ayy (Ayy, okay, though)
Do somethin', n***a, do somethin' (They ain't gon' do nothin')