Fifty five hundred for a new pair of titties I'll buy 'em like Jordans Give her a couple of thousands now she feelin' important Dick her down she'll be gone by the morning She got them them ass shots that I like Pop a Addie we'll be fuckin' all night She say

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them them the shottas When my homies pull up on

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them them the shottas When my homies pull

Well my devil won't let me out Well my devil won't (Fuck the law) As I maneuver through the streets A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree (Like, Like, fuck them them all) I pray the soldiers get release The price of grief wasn't cheap

Called and got no answer Wrote this fuckin' anthem, alert you like it's amber (like amber) But she say I'm canceled Did you not, not tell me not to say another lie (lie to me) Not to play with you and I, I Know somebody like you is hard to find Put a

Man, fuck them them bitches and them them hoes And them them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all all she wrote Now it’s fuck fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still

Stand up fucking tall Don't let them them see your back Take my fucking hand And never be afraid again We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand

Yuck Daddy! Yuck! Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch Two big chain, one big chopper Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all all before The bitch got a man, but she schemin' on the low How it go? It go, fuck them

So what'cha gonna do about it? Take those horns, throw them them up We like our hair down, volume up Kick like a machine gun Cold beer, stage dives Scream along all all night Metal brings us to our knees Motherfucking therapy Wear it like a scarlet letter

Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz It's like you gotta sell your soul for them them to pay attention Fuck Fuck all that playing, now I'm grown, I put my heart in it I had to get down with that chrome