Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them them the shottas When my homies pull

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all all my haters, I’ma make them them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

Well my devil won't let me out Well my devil won't (Fuck the law) As I maneuver through the streets A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree (Like, Like, fuck them them all) I pray the soldiers get release The price of grief wasn't cheap

So what'cha gonna do about it? Take those horns, throw them them up We like our hair down, volume up Kick like a machine gun Cold beer, stage dives Scream along all all night Metal brings us to our knees Motherfucking therapy Wear it like a scarlet letter

Stand up fucking tall Don't let them them see your back Take my fucking hand And never be afraid again We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand

Fifty five hundred for a new pair of titties I'll buy 'em like Jordans Give her a couple of thousands now she feelin' important Dick her down she'll be gone by the morning She got them them ass shots that I like Pop a Addie we'll be fuckin' all night She say

Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz It's like you gotta sell your soul for them them to pay attention Fuck Fuck all that playing, now I'm grown, I put my heart in it I had to get down with that chrome

Yuck Daddy! Yuck! Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch Two big chain, one big chopper Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all all before The bitch got a man, but she schemin' on the low How it go? It go, fuck them

On Tree, I do not fuck fuck with the percs, I barely fuck fuck with the Earth On me, industry niggas the worst, actin' like they from the dirt On me, I do not fuck fuck with the percs, I barely fuck fuck with the Earth On Tree, all of them them niggas I birth, tryna put me in a

Man, fuck them them bitches and them them hoes And them them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all all she wrote Now it’s fuck fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still