[Intro]
Mmm (Ha)

[Verse: Rube Boyy]
Pulled up, we're on one
N***a you don't want war
We the new outlaws
You don't wanna come for it
Bitches see us and get to clappin' like a encore
N***as hatin' on me, what you think I keep it tucked for?
Ten blonde [?] we in touch
Kick the bitch out, she was gettin' too comfortable
Put a ring on it and a bitch still fuck 'em
Sittin' at the top with you lame n***as under us, yeah

[Chorus]
I am not like you, you are not like me
Pussy we'll [?] you
Running with [?]
I'm the same n***a still thuggin' in a white tee
I'm a young [?], on go like the light green
And I came from the bottom to the top
It'd be a cold day in hell 'fore I stop
It's that street shit with a little bit of rock
And a little bit of KISS with a little bit of pop, huh

[Interlude]
Yeah!
Bitch, hey!
She [?]
Bitch fuck it up, hey!

[Bridge]
She fuck it up, hey! (Yeah)
She fuck it up, hey!
Bitch, fuck it up, hey!
She fuck it up, hey!
She fuck it up, hey!
She fuck it up, hey!

[Outro]
Yeah! Hey!
Yeah! Hey!