I still fuck 'em like I used too I need to put that shit on Youtube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Single ladies come and have my baby Hey my nigga come and grab your lady Lemme see you twerk it, lemme see if you can twerk it 'Cause you know

Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma

I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves You see there's leaders and there's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower Y'all niggas can't fuck fuck with Ye My momma was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the

Two pills and a half, wait nigga, fuck that Eight doobies to the face Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa You can have all my shine I'll give you the light Fuck Fuck that, eight doobies to the face Fuck Fuck that. twelve bottles in the case nigga, fuck that

Fuckin' lawsuits nigga We the best music! Murder rate, murder rap Grant's, Jackson's, Franklin's, got 'em Fucked the DA on my way here I made some millions on my way here nigga

Bling blaww I'm a street nigga with money and that's obvious She only fuck fuck niggas with money and that's obvious I'ma keep that shit 100 and that's obvious And this watch here cost 100 and that's obvious Whew, Big Gucci

I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

Hope these niggas don't play with me Trap house 3 got a K with me And 3 young niggas that stay with me 'Cause my Mak 90 stay with me Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap What’s happening nigga Trap House 3, fuck nigga What’s happening? Ay T come out

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call