WHO? WHAT!

Know what I'm saying? Know what I'm saying?

Know what I'm saying?

Heard they talking shit 'bout I

Who, what, when and why? (Who?)

I'm alive, just took one to revive (Yup)

Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('Llide, yeah)

Me and the guys move just like the FOI (Oh)

In the Hills, but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills, yeah)

Was talking Frenchy's, but she thinking Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)

Know she keep a open mouth and open mind (Ahh)

I don't open up her door, she open mine (Swang)

I need less stress and I need more thighs, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt)

We on the jet quest, mobbing with the tribe, yes (Skrrt-skrrt)

In the headrest, one of twenty five, yes (Skrrt-skrrt)

Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah

One, two, three, four, five

That's the countdown till I slide (Slide)

Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (Eat it up)

Ain't no fence, just a hundred acres wide (Nope)

When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

I pick my favorite dancer out, then pay her rent (Cash, cash)

At Christmas time, it's no Saint Nick, we got the Grinch (Bad, bad)

I smack that ass, she threw it back in self defense (Yeah)

We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach (Drip, drip)

We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak (Uh)

All I know, it was "Mo Bamba" on repeat (Cash)

I don't think these things I took is helping me (Yeah, yeah)

I could bar up some more

Had to gather the foes

Had to count up the O's (Big, big bag)

Had to summon the hoes (Hey!)

Dodging federal (12!)

I rolled through the light (Skrrt-skrrt)

Rolling the dice (Yeah)

Rock all my ice (All the ice)

Popping that coochie (Coochie, coochie)

This down and groovy (Woo)

To get down, get groovy (Groovy)

That bitch round and choosy (Hey!)

Shorty (Shorty)

In the supersonic (Yeah)

Brand new LaFerrari (Woo)

My bitch riding iconic (Yeah, yeah)

One, two, three, four, five

That's the countdown till I slide

Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side

Ain't no fence, just a hundred acres wide

When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

We was born in the movie (Movie)

Never make excuses (No)

It was time to move it (Time to move it)

It was God and the Uzi (God and the Uzi)

We were trained to use it (Hey!)

They were trained to use it (Trained)

Shoot you like Cupid (Shoot)

Hit your medulla, yeah

Shoot at, shoot at intruders (Yeah)

Then shoot your producer (Yeah)

If she fuck the gang, get banged

Then fuck on the group, she a groupie (Yah)

Left out when she choosing, mm (Yeah)

Big bankroll, it's soothing, mm (Yeah)

Pull up with sticks in the Sprinter bus

I make 'em cuddle up, this not a movie (Yeah, yeah)

One, two, three, four, five

That's the countdown till I slide

Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side

Ain't no fence, just a hundred acres wide

When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried