Mad sounds in your ears, they make you get up and dance They make you get up Yeah Yeah they make you get up Ooh la la la, ooh la la la Ooh la la la ooh Mad sounds in your ears, they make you feel alright They bring you back to life Love buckles under the

Hello? Oh my God I know this ain't you calling me again Oof, ooh my God Yeah, Yeah, yeah, it's him What in the fuck did I tell you about calling me? You found out 'bout who? Yeah, I bet you did found out about him who Yeah, Yeah, I fuck with him, I fuck with him for

Back it up for me, back it, back it up for me Oh woah, woah woah You don't get to see my face, just drop it down You don't get to see my face, just pop it down, pop it down Ooh, Ooh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah UTU, FÈRINA! Girl I'm wavy

(Yeah yeah yeah) Crib is dimensional, my bitch is seminal Orange Dickies suit like a sand town criminal Hundreds be indigo, bitches identical Aim at the imbeciles (wooh wooh wooh) Yeah, fuck up a check now, my family set now She gon' have sex now Guap on this

Ooh, Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why Yeah, Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin' out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

Ooh (oh yeah yeah) Ooh (it's lit), ooh (it's lit) How low, low can you go? She too fine everytime I see my baby like Everytime my bitch comin' out the bathroom Butt naked 'round the house God that ass lookin' But I got a problem with my baby, right

I can't feel a damn thing I can’t feel a damn thing I’ma touch you right (Let me get inside my zone) I’ma touch you right (Just let me) Woah, ooh yeah yeah Why you rushing me baby?

Uh, ooh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, ooh, ooh, shells in the pump Woo, woo woo Coupe with the wings (brr) Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings) Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah) Shit do

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,