I know Tell me now, no, oh-ohh I'm in my Michael Jackson shit for real, eh I'm high as fuck in this jacket (woah, oh, ohh) Getting hotter than a pigeon, yeah I ain't really with the shits, yeah bih Shawty drunk as fuck I think she did the beer I don't want that hoe, she from last year Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I ain't really with the shits, yeah bih Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga run that Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga run that Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga really Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime You know a nigga really Ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ah Fuckboy get tucked in they muthafuckin' pamper Leave you shitted out, fuckboy what's the answer Couple new niggas but they ain't answer Ballin' on niggas like I got bouncer Ballin' on niggas like I got cancer Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch done named should be Prancer Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch done should be a dancer She don't wanna be a stripper so I cannot tip her, uh (tip her) Thick yellow bitch and she grabbin' on my zipper (on my zipper) Catch a pussy nigga, shoot 'em like I play for Clippers, uh (Clipper) Oops, I meant the Blippers, baby girl you know I'm slimey (slatt) Fuckin' on yo thot, I'm like the Grinch I'm super grimey (slimey) Slimey, green, ooh yeah (yeah) Think the bitch the Grinch, she keep eatin' on glass (glass) Fuck yo thot and I won't go mad (mad) You love that bitch so much, you even ate the ass (the ass) Hop in the coupe with my young slimes and then I spaz (spaz) Fuck on yo thot I'm from muhfuckin' Trinidad ('nidad) I'm just playin', you know a nigga from the G (the G) I got racks, you know them bitches all on me In my queue, in my queue, yeah you're next (yeah you next) Eat that dick, drink it up, Gatorade (Gatorade) Yo nigga hatin' think he need some Haterade (so hard) Fuckboy, I don't play no ace of spades (go hard) I keep my weapon deployed (ohh) They want the boy to be destroyed Fuckin' on yo thot, I'm like