Uh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, ooh, shells in the pump Woo, woo woo Coupe with the wings (brr) Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings) Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah) Shit do

Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with this shits or nah? Would you ride for a nigga or nah? Would you die for a nigga or nah? Would you lie to a nigga or nah? Oh nahhhh oh nahhhh Gonna make that ass clap

Oh-oh-oh shit Ah, pose, bitch Bitch, I know you know Fired up, I'm sorted Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Stay dope, hoe rich

Oh my god that's some funky shit! How! How! How... How! How! How...

Oh my god, that's my baby Caroline, you divine Mighty fine Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true) Holy shit, I'm really lit It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear About ya horoscope or what the future

Baby I know better (baby you work it) I know better I need one, so bring me some, oh Quee knows better, than to turn off your song Run this shit back (baby, you baby) I know better, you fine (more than fine) Hmm, aw yeah

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin' Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin' 'Cause the one time comin', yeah, the one time comin' 'Cause they might pull a gun on 'em You think you hard with your badge huh? Pop you a nigga, then you

Love me better, kiss me back, listen more Love me better, kiss me back, Listen more oh Tuesday afternoon, I ain't got shit to do But fall in love with you Yeah, no no no Face down in the brown grass Shame shame on my brown ass Birds in the trees as we

It's your fuckin' birthday (oh, birthday) It's a fuckin' celebration (oh oh) Tonight we celebrate Seems like time's out of our control It's a celebration, oh oh To be, to feel, and fill That emptiness inside you Petty bullshit shouldn't excite you On