Ooouuu

I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah

P one cleaner than your church shoes, ah

Milli point two just to hurt you, ah

All red Lamb' just to tease you, ah

House so empty, need a centerpiece

Twenty racks of table cut from ebony

Cut that ivory into skinny pieces

Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby

Hitters keep reaching, dissing

Can't afford mistakes, not on this end

You gon' make me call my bros for assistance

You gon' make me call my bros for assistance

Hitters keep reaching, dissing

You put me in a fucked up position

You gon' make me call my bros for assistance

Make me call my bros

Yeah, they hate, but they broke though

And when it's time to pop, they a no-show

Yeah, I'm pretty, but I'm loco

The loud got me moving slow-mo

Hey yo, Tweety, where the hoes though?

Hey yo, Keys, where the hoes though?

That other player, he a bozo

I seen you way out, I know you know though

Hey yo, Juice, why they testing me?

Like I don't always keep the hammer next to me

Like I ain't got a hitter to the left of me

Like we ain't in the streets more than Sesame

So why your girl keep on texting me?

Always on my phone speaking sexually

Every time I'm out, why she stressing me?

You call her Stephanie, I call her Head-for-me

Hitters keep reaching and dissing

Can't afford mistakes, not on this end

They gon' make me call my bros for assistance

Make me call my bros for assistance

Hitters keep reaching, dissing

Put me in a fucked up position

They gon' make me call my bros for assistance

They gon' make me call my bros for assistance

I'm a motherfuckin' star, boy

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' star, boy

Yeah, I'm a motherfuckin' star, boy

I'm a motherfuckin' star, boy