I'm fuckin' sick (Achoo, hahaha)

Yo, ACOT (Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah)

Yeah, ye-yeah, yeah, ye-yeah

Bitch

I'm just a bozo, Han Solo with some polo

Dolo, punk cholo, eyes so low

I don't know where the time goes, it just goes, though

Said that you a gangsta but you sweeter than a Rolo

Man, I can't wait to get my money straight

Got a couple bands, shrimp and steak on my fuckin' plate

Uh, man, I can't wait to get my money right

I'ma touch a mill' and I put that on my fuckin' life (Listen, yeah)

All my homies smokin' dope like they Homer (D'oh!)

"Who am I?", bitch, you ain't did your homework? (You ain't did your research?)

She actin' like she mine but I don't know her (Man, who are you lil' girl?)

Step outside, money long, need a mower (Cut that shit)

Cut it, fuck it, shoot it, bro, you know I get buckets

Hug it, run it, what is that? Boy, you know you ain't stuntin'

I said, back in '09, runnin' from the .45 like "oh my"

I just stole your girl because I lost mine

I'm in sixth grade, but my outfit flyer than a airplane

Yeah, my collar pop up to where? Yeah, the ceilin'

Believe me, people linin' up 'round the block just to see me

It's breezy, fit cold for no reason

Ralph Lauren 'round my neck

And worn shorts, they on deck

I don't drink from a keg; I'm in the sixth grade

I wear polos everyday 'cause polos is my life

Wore polos too much, solo now, I lost my wife

I'm just a bozo, Han Solo with some polo

Dolo, punk cholo, eyes so low

I don't know where the time goes, it just goes, though

Said that you a gangsta but you sweeter than a Rolo

Man, I can't wait to get my money straight

Got a couple bands, shrimp and steak on my fuckin' plate

Uh, man, I can't wait to get my money right

I'ma touch a mill' and I put that on my fuckin' life