Can you handle it it Baby can you handle We gon' tear it it up We gon' set set it off off I can handle it it I can go there baby with you Can I go there baby with you We gon' set set it out We gon' work it it out

Won't you exorcise my mind? Set Set me free from my jealousy I want to be free as I'll ever be Exorcise my mind Help me exorcise my mind It It was a slight on my honor so he deserved it it But we are talking about the most brilliant mind this world has ever seen

Shake it it up Shake it it up! Make a scene Bring the lights up Bust the doors down Dust yourself off off, Take it it up a notch DJ set set it off off All together now

Where I'm at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?) Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield) I'm from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill) Remember doin' shows in Mobile (Mobile) Go against me and it's roadkill

Like a beer can in a truck bed I just wanna roll around with you On a slow ride in the sunset Bouncin' down a small town street Let's pop the top right off off this thing I need a cold drink 'cause you're a hot mess Let the night do what it it does best Shake

Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there Bags on demand Come in the middle of the night, like it's a nightmare You open your eyes, not dreamin', nigga, we right there If Young Metro don't trust you I'm 'gon

In the trap like a caveman (Trap) I'm playin' with the M's I don't play with bands (M&M) Virgil with the Louis and it's out of France (Virgil) Richard Mille bitin' and it it like to dance (Bite) Lamaborgini truck in the good stance (Skrrt) Oh, we got smoke?

Mil' in a week I bought a iced out Phillipe (ice) Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps) Suck a dick gang, she a leech (leech) Came in the game with a key (key) My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique) Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh) I'll tape a brick to

Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli' (Richard Mille) Sippin' out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin', seal) Trappin' Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown) Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12) Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets) The ball-man make one call (Boss,

(Yeah yeah) Crib is dimensional, my bitch is seminal Orange Dickies suit like a sand town criminal Hundreds be indigo, bitches identical Aim at the imbeciles (wooh wooh wooh) Yeah, fuck up a check now, my family set set now She gon' have sex now Guap on this