She got me going down She got me going psycho Got me living on a tightrope But I love that shit Just be open to the possibility of me and you Oh no, you lie I want to, so I Might call you tonight if I do pick up

I put it on ice bitch, Dr. Pepper Dr. Pepper, Dr. Pepper Chillin' in the freezer when I'm under pressure Put it on ice bitch, Dr. Pepper Feeling so clean, it don't get no fresher Bounce to this shit Chilling in the freezer when I'm under pressure Can't

Don't want no drama ma Don't want no drama ma (I don't want no drama, no) I can't cop the coup, don't do shit for two (skrrt skrrt) Mobbin' through the hills pulled up with my crew (who?) I can't cop the coup, don't do shit for two (nah) We pulled up in

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law,

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

We are rough, gotta eat Me and my niggas are unleashed Terrorize the motherfucking streets This the shit that make a nigga unleashed What you hearin' now, this'll make us unleashed What you hearin' now I still don't like myself Walk around the fucking

Uh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, 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

Come on over Do the twist (aha) Have a fit (aha) Shoot the shit (aha) Love you so much Makes me sick (aha) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) She keeps it pumpin' strait in my heart.

Fashion shit check, cashing shit check I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check Rap shit check, foreign shit check Realest nigga in it, already know Got trapper of the year 4 times in