Tudutudutudu, fuck you you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you you Man Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

And now, the car bomb Yo, Re-Re, come on man, let's get the fuck fuck up out of here, man man I'm comin' baby, all right speedy I'm coming, damn! Took a motherfuckin' hour to get dressed I told you you I was gonna be here over this motherfucker I wanna be in and out.

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea You You got me too too attached, keep me comin' right back And just like that, got me comin' right back like And I know that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo If this is what you you call love Oh man man down You're shaking

You my first love, I still fuck fuck with you you Looking at your picture, you should come through I don't even want nobody with me in the coupe Look at all this shit that we done been through Burn too too many bridges, but I ain't burning you you I hope you you do good and

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too too sick of you you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you you cross me, hoe Now you you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug

How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you you gon' have to fuck fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too too many that can fuck fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin'

Ay yo fuck fuck why'all niggaz (Man Man fuck you you too) It's big dog baby Gettin down like what See I'm a thorough bread I don't fuck fuck wit much Bloodline is Where the pups at

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck fuck out of here Oh man man homey, hate to do you you like this Oh man man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You You want to be who? You

Is that too too much, yeah Is that too too much, oh yeah Am I asking for too too much? I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine I know I fucked up one too too many times Baby sometimes I feel so naive Thinking you you would come back to me Say I fucked up, I'd have to agree