damn Right

One, two, fleeka

You wanna pop my speakers

Three, two, three, better blow ya mama's teeth out

I chew like I'm pika then I spit like I'm Nina

Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers

One, two, fleeka

Might need some anesthesia

See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita

A-Chu, like paprika

Then I wanna spit like Aretha

You see me?

You feel me?

Yo got me? Eureka

What you want?

Everybody know my name, what you want?

Saying I was talking back, just to front

Everybody talkin' shit and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah

Damn right

Saying plastic on my wrist and they damn right

Damn right

Damn right, yeah

One, two, fat thighs

Some trousers and a black eye

Three, two, three, only say what's up for the WIFI

Guess I'm supposed to be grown

This how it feel bone to bone

And I did post, but I'm alone

Rich off catfish like PetCo

Damn right, she stole that Bacardi

Damn right, he drive fake Ferrari

God damn, it ain't even a party without you flexing that Murakami

Always late to the mass

Show, tell, never ask

Powerade in the flask

Wintertime in this counterfeit bag

What you want?

Everybody know my name, what you want?

Saying I was talking back just to front

Everybody talkin' shit and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah

Damn right

Saying plastic on my wrist and they damn right

Damn right

Damn right, yeah

Damn right

Say I'm biting on their hits and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah

Your boy got a brat doll hair

He wanna quick bite with the lights on-air

Your pop got a beat with the Jay-Z snare, but the wife just sucks and she got no flare, I

Clap like religion

Move like snakes when I make my decision

Bye, bye, bye, better watch the precision

Wanna be me, but you got no ambition

Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo

Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo

Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo

Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita

What you want?

Everybody know my name, what you want?

Saying I just came to flake like croissants

Everybody talking shit and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah

Damn right

Saying plastic on my wrist an they damn right

Damn right

Damn right, yeah

Damn right

Say I'm biting on their hits and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah