Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the

Be my little freak, (yeah) If you fuckin' with me Really fuckin' with me Let her put her hands in your pants Be my little freak You go get some girls and You'll let her put her hands in your pants Bring em to me

Really babe, you fucking with a vibe right now I usually keep it pushing I don't ever stick around I move so swift they call me Taylor But now you got me feeling easy like a lay up We messing with feeling unknown right now If I let you hit would I be

I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a

They want that paper out here Enough to come and take what's on your plate out here Enough to have somebody take your place out here Fuckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea It ain't safe to leave the house Fuck around 'round here These

Baby, I ain't got no time for you (No Time, No Time) I gotta keep it all the way 100 I'm to busy chasing money Is you fucking with me? I'm really in the streets I don't want you to leave But if I gotta choose No, I ain't got no time for you So what am I

For a very, very, long-long time I've been on my motherfuckin' grind Yeah, so I deserve to ball like Kobe Yeah, got a bad ori in the back Yeah, and I don't fuck with no new niggas We've been homies for a long-long time She say she love me, love me,

Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Fuck that shit 'Cause we're fallin' apart Hold on, hold on, fuck that Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin' record over again, wait a minute

I'm passed out in your garden I'm in I can't get off so soft I'd pop myself in your body I'd come into your party, but I'm soft I used to see you every day I danced around your folk and soul I danced to all your fucking soul I left you with your nose a

I see two of my bitches in the club And I know they know about each other I think these bitches tryna set me up Maybe I’m just paranoid Yeah, I’m paranoid, I’m trippin' I’ve been smoking, I’ve been sippin' I’m fuckin' around with two bitches But I never