Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the

Dum dum, dum dum dum Oh, that boy, he's so dumb And the place goes Too slow to turn this on Better come before I'm gone Dum dum, dum dum dum (ayy) La, la, la, la Been staring all night long Just wanna have some fun