Next thing we're touching Oh, everybody's starry-eyed Whoa oh oh ah ah And everybody goes And my body goes Whoa oh oh ah ah You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning Oh, oh, starry eyed

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm still fucking with ya Still waters run deep Still

Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras" That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar I'm a boss, you a worker, yo adelante y tú atrás Esta canción no es pa' mi curi y mi cuero Un

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dukes, can't

Baby, hit me up and call me any time Don't be restless, let your problems be my problems I don't mind it Put your panties and your pride to the side Want you to fuck with me (Alright) Open the door on your side You ain't gotta keep on fightin' Just let

Fuck what they heard, tell 'em, mind they business If you want it, baby, I'll go and get it Treat it like a pony, the way you ride that shit Know you love a nigga, you ain't gotta hide that shit Get in that pussy and I'm never leavin' with it You a real

You see the hits? Lightwork Uh, you see the hits? Lightwork Long sentence, got bars, I'm a lifer No more pics with niggas we don't really fuck with Drop the beat then she might twerk Mi nah pick up Pecknarm yeah? You see the ting that ah gwarn It's a

Can I live 'til my last day Hittin' honies that be nasty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats