Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

Back it up for me, back it, back it up for me Oh woah, woah woah You don't get to see my face, just drop it down You don't get to see my face, just pop it down, pop it down Ooh, yeah yeah yeah UTU, FÈRINA! Girl I'm wavy

Hello America, hello America Yeah, I'm gonna try Hollywood and San Pedro Bay I'm gonna give my love to you Well I'm takin' me a trip I'm going down to California I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna take you where the lights are bright I'm gonna give

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Yeah! We ain't wasting no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo! She hop on the dick and she split Hop on my dick like a bitch

If you wanna get down, throw another touchdown Get back to the corner, get slewed couple rounds I'm still in the B-Town, I'm still in downtown I'm in the B's, yeah Know just by the way that you talk I can tell there's something in you, hoe Look at me

I wanna love you like the world's gonna stop 'Til the very last second, last tick of that clock I'm gonna slow it all down and then take you from zero to ten Yeah, I wanna love you like I'll never love you again You're gonna run out of cigarettes And

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist

Yeah, trust me Just breathe This is your life, it's do or die The sun may never rise again, so be the light, the vision This is your life, it's slipping by You try to run but fall again, you get back up, that's living One day you're gonna see Otherwise,

Turn me up yo uh yo I step up in the club like, who the fuck's that? Yeah bitch it's another king, ninja's back Pants sagging down you can see my butt crack Sagging so low you can see my nut sack Yeah motherfucker my flows are ill, my balls fat and