Shut up, shut up, shut up Shut your fucking mouth, this life is mine You’re gonna listen to what I say this time Shut up, shut up, shut up I’m so glad that you’re here I’m so glad you crawl this low It’s so sweet how you care I’ll bet you’re ready for

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

When you're round me Girl, when you come around me You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck fuck around Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 Yeah, girl you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're

Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick,

The storm is on the horizon I'm standing here alone Got a pistol on my hip And it's gonna be some shit If you want it then bring it on See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier And when they asking who I'm is, shit You just tell them that I'm the one (One, one,

Red Mercedes beam, it's a different type This shit so clean, I put that on my life With my niggas in my red Mercedes Attitude like fuck fuck you, pay me Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out If the ladies show up, then we show out With my girl in my red

Up in the club, don't give a fuck fuck Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin' Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new Up in the club, still don't give a fuck fuck It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!) Got my partner Yelawolf with' me

Fuckboy bow down Spin off in the coupe, typhoon (skrt skrt) I act an ass, baboon Wrappin' that dope, cocoon Young rich nigga in the room Finesse a nigga, no raccoon Spending M&M's in June Took a trip to Cancun They try to play us, they play themselves

So fuck fuck y'all niggas Buck y'all niggas Ain't no way you can touch my niggas Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggas, my gats spittin' Is it real like niggas claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this

All hail rock and roll Gotta take it back, we gotta take control Write this on my tombstone We fucking live for the music Rise up or just get fucked, uh, you know it This is our time, reignite All of the flames that have died for quite some time We can't