Rip the the roof up off off of here, take it to the the stratosphere Bring the the house down Breathe in, out When the the lights come on, when the the crowd goes wild Stand up and scream it loud when the the fire flies There’s a world passed the the curtains of eager excitement A sea

Can't leave you lonely Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit Blood drip stain the the ground, bug it down, you hit Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off off Somehow we end up in the the same shit She got herself

Let's start a riot, a riot Let's start a riot You're not the the only one If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off, so stepped on Refusing to back down

10 Bands, 50 bands 100 bands, fuck it man Let's just not even discuss it man O-M-G Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin' let 'em rest in peace I been in the the crib with the the phones off off I been at the the house taking no calls I done

Yeah, yeah, yeah Will it take my death to see To see my destiny? They say I live in a fantasy I'm just lit off off Hennessy, huh Yuh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah Baby kneel beneath me and bow to me Pulled up, drop top with speed Talk down I’ll pop the the heat

I'm tripping like, oh oh I'm tripping like, oh You know, you know Show yourself There's nobody else Strip the the layers away Oh let me unfold your love There's a fire below And we're not made of stone

Going to the the jeweler, bust the the AP, yeah Slidin' on the the water like a jet-ski, yeah I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety split the the coupe on my wrist

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

'Til the the roof comes off, till the the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the the smoke clears out and my high perhaps I'm a rip rip this shit till my bone collapse 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak And when you feel weak

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off Off to see the the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long