(woah, Capo, Dough Boys)

Fuckboy I know you ain't 'bout shit (bout shit)
I might drop a rack on my outfit (outfit)
I put my dick where her mouth is (yeah)
I pull out and I buss a nut all on the carpet (oh)
I'm drivin' the red Beamer, cockpit (skrt skrt)
Keep duckin' you don't wanna start shit (hell naw)
You know I stay strapped with that rocket (bang bang)
I pull up the .30, it's loaded and I cock it (pew pew)

I pull out a blunt and I spark it
I pull up in foreign, I park it (skrt skrt skrt)
Catch me inside Neiman Marcus
Rocking all designer, you know that I bought it (flexin')
Ten thousand xannies, I bought it (yeah)
Gimme' some xannies, I pop it (turnt up)
I fuck with Truies and Robins (gang gang)
The hunnids' fallin' out my motherfuckin' pockets (I'm flexin')

Sea of pints so we be poppin' (woah)
My bitch she call me Ricky Bobby (turnt up)
'Cause I know how to get it poppin' (yeah)
Versace print all on my boxers, you can't stop me (I'm flexin')
I never take no for an answer (never)
'Cause baby, I'm a young finesser (finesser)
I got a single tiny dancer (yeah)
I'm prayin' all these Backwoods don't give me no cancer (yeah)
(yeah)