yeah!

(Uhn)

(Finally got this shit right)

Bitch I aint washing No time!

Yeah! (yeah)

Back on my shit, Yea I’m back with the gang, Bitch I ain’t wasting no time

****’ll say that I'm not on my shit, Lil bitch must be outta your mind

Bitch I just got back from Turks, I had to go surf and change up the view

We doin 587 on a high speed boat, **** kan't tell me bout zoom

I just, Talked to God, Said them **** wasn’t lit like Me

Send ya like way way up, Test my gang **** come and see

Know 7.62 hit like a missile, I bet that he bleed

Woulda thought he needed revival, Way that he clutchin' and beggin' and pleadin'

I'm rollin' and blowin' the trees, Keep me a chop and it came with a beam

Really I'm rocking some rick yea, Whenever I step on a scene

Aint no bygones all the opps get slide on yea

(ooooh)

Around the world, I'm doin' shows in different time zones, Yeah

Whole lotta bands, Whole lotta money

(HRMM)

Whole lotta chops inside that van, **** ain't no running

Really gone send em to hell yeah

Baby I get me a bird, Flipping a pack even when it don't sell yea

Tell a fuck **** “get served” I got the racks, I know you can tell yea

(Huh)

Shit bout a bell yea

(Huh)

Came out of hell yea (woah woah)

I’ll count it again and again just me and my twin, I knew we’d prevail yea

Five-star blunt with a Five-star plate Just to match my vibe

With a Five-star bitch in a Five-star space coupe, That's my ride

I hop in the Benz, I bet they won't catch me

Smoke me some gas when I'm movin' high speed

Hit that lil' button, I'm out in the lead, I'm talkin' sport

Why when I open my eyes all a young **** see is that Red, That Lightning McQueen

(!RED)

Why when a young **** goto the mall, I kan't not buy Celine

I guess it's a habit, When you livin' like this

**** buyin' all that shit

Just talk to the jeweler, Told him buss my wrist

Baby need Swarovski crystals

Keep me shooter right, Posted on side of the wing

Klay Thompson with pistols