Skrt, uh, uh, drop it on my cock Skrt, I'ma hot nigga, no pot Skrt, niggas still getting buns, hot dogs Skrt, niggas not fucking with ya, coleslaw Okay, okay aight, huh Uh, okay, haha Nigga drop this one Woah, Kenny Uh, okay, baby be calling me "Hercules"

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh? I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don't like you Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago Everybody love me, when they see me

I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna catch you lady I'm gonna catch you lady, catch you lady Catch you lady uh uh huh Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Oh darling, will you ever change your mind I've been feeling left

Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa Run it up, run it up, run it up Uh Uh huh, uh huh, mhm, yeah yeah New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa, run it up, run it up I ain't hearing what you say, I ain't listening what you say Get the fuck

I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) Left wrist cost a Bentley coupe (Ooh) Drop 10 Xans in Wonton soup (Huh?) Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Yeah) Ask my teacher

Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a 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

If someone said three years from now You'd be long gone I'd stand up and punch them out You took my hand, you showed me how You promised me you'd be around Uh Uh huh, that's right I took your words, and I believed