Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, these **** not makin' hits, uh

I'm in the dark, bitch, chillin' with them slugs

Yo' ass talk down, give that boy upper-cut (Wow)

Damn, that's fucked, baby, on me

Pistol tucked, baby, yeah, who made this, who made that? (Who made this, who made that?)

I'm with my lil' brother 'Ron, all my **** keep a stack, that shit coming (All my **** keep a stack)

Keep a stack, that shit coming, stack, that shit coming (Stack, st—stack, bitch, get that, uh, yeah)

You ain't get no racks, you can't sit up at up at this club

Yeah, said you run from the jakes, I might do that shit for fun

Sa—said you run from the jakes, I might do—do—do—hat shi—shi—shi—for f— (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)

Pop out at the club, pop out at the club, uh

Yeah, said you run from the jakes, I might do that shit for fun

Yeah, these **** not makin' hits, uh

I'm in the dark, bitch, chillin' with them slugs

Yo' ass talk down, give that boy upper-cut (Wow)

Damn, that's fucked, baby, on me

Pistol tucked, baby, yeah, who made this, who made that?

I'm with my lil' brother 'Ron, all my **** keep a stack, that shit coming (All my **** keep a stack)

Keep a stack, that shit coming, stack, that shit coming (Stack, st—stack, bitch, get that, uh, yeah)

You ain't get no racks, you can't sit up at up at this club

Yeah, said you run from the jakes, I might do that shit for fun

Sa—said you run from the jakes, I might do—do—do—hat shi—shi—shi—for f— (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, bleh)

Pop out at the club, pop out at the club, uh

Yeah, said you run from the jakes, I might do that shit for fun