Outro

(Ayo, Donovan, heat that up)

(Say Breezy)

Say, fuck my critics, bitch, they wan' see me dead or in the prison

Keep my bro when on the road and smart enough to tuck that glizzy

Fuck the critics, fuck the blogs, fuck the police, fuck all y'all

Thuggin' with my gang, forever screamin', "****, we ball"

Don just blessed the beat

In Atlanta with three sticks, I flew 'em out, three separate rooms, two of 'em for Heavy, one for me

You know I'm a shootin' star, so I keep shooters when I creep

I don't want no scrubs, I bet we make your water fall you play with me

Hey, baby, baby, baby, we go way back like TLC

I'm Clark Street so much, I don't know if I'm in industry or in the street

Still lil' Meech and Larry just to front you or serve you a P

I ain't even gotta put on none of my jewelry, they gon' notice me

Say, fuck my critics, bitch, they wan' see me dead or in the prison

Keep my bro when on the road and smart enough to tuck that glizzy

Fuck the critics, fuck the blogs, fuck the police, fuck all y'all

Thuggin' with my gang, forever screamin', "****, we ball"

Ayy, diamonds on my neck, yeah, pimp these hoes for sex

She don't know this a hot car, I ain't change the VIN yet

Hey, this Draco come from Pakistan, I shoot, can't hold it steady

SK look like a guitar tip, but that bitch hold a machete (Ah, damn, the beat done?)