Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at

When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can't ignore, When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight, I hope some day, when I'm dead and gone, We learn to right, everything that's wrong, With loving hands, turn sick to

I just wanna freak you with the lights on Girl, you know you bad Like the mic's on right Hope you don't mind I keep my Nikes on, right We can film it all on my IPhone 5 Let me hit in the front Let me hit in the back now To the middle of the club

I wanna go one on one with you You a one of one Back to the front with you You, you my only one You my number one One on one, and I want you to want me too You, you a one of one Don't let 'em make you regret it