Woo
That´s what the fuck I´m talkin´ ´bout
Off the meds, tryna swerve the wheel, I done lost it
Who that boy? They think I sold my soul, I got options

Tell your friends I´m back in the city, get it poppin´ (Woo)

Still movin´ in the sky, we ain´t got no layover
Ridin´ ´round town with a bitch and her hips don´t lie, body movin´ like J. Lo (Yeah)
Young nigga move that fire, if you really wanna die, we can leave you a halo, uh (Go)
I was in Atlanta last week, I was sippin´ on syrup, I ain´t see SoFaygo
Quit white flaggin´ shit, huh, pop out blastin´ shit (Go)
Most of my niggas be packin´ shit, I´m so booted, I pull up and crash the whip
High and I´m sippin´ on Actavis, tell your bitch to pull up and don´t ask for shit (Uh-uh-ah)
Straight from the trap, Marilyn Manson shit, to the Hollywood Hills, Calabasas, bitch (To the Hills)

She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now (She wanna go)
Smokin´ on dope right now, money on the floor right now (Woo, on the floor)
Shawty wanna fiend right now, she just wanna blow my loud (Blow my loud)
Huh, hit, then I´m kickin´ her out, hit, then I´m kickin´ her out

Bitch, Maison Margiella slides (Yeah)
Poppin´ out hella fried, uh
Heard he was speakin´ on gang again, we ain´t gon´ let it slide, bitch
We don´t even rock NUMBER (N)INE no more, I just rock LETTER 5, uh
Shawty, better watch your tone ´round here, put him on channel 5 (Yo)

Do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here, uh?
I was on the Southside, smokin´ OG, Spanish bitch tryna play in my hair, uh
Got this ho throwin´ up Eastside, she ain´t even from ´round here, no (No)
You ain´t even from ´round here (No)
You ain´t even from ´round here, uh (No)
You ain´t even from ´round here, no (Woo)
You ain´t even from ´round here, no (Woo)
Bang on my motherfuckin´ chest while I´m fuckin´ this bitch from the back, I´m a motherfuckin´ beast (Woo)
I smash like I love her, she thinkin´ it´s hate, I keep swervin´ this bitch like a SRT
I don´t even know this ho for real, I just popped molly and said I love her (Oh, yeah)

I don´t even know this ho for real (No), but I popped molly and said I love her (Oh, yeah)
Huh, huh, hold up, I think the Addy kicked in, so I´m geeked
Huh, huh (Venus), hold up, hold up, I think the Addy kicked in, so I´m loaded, I´m geeked
Pull up and stunt for the week
Twenty-five hunnid the shirt and the motherfuckin´ jeans (Woo)
My money standin´ so motherfuckin´ tall (Woo), lil´ shawty, this shit lookin´ just like Shareef
Niggas tryna speak on my name, uh
Nigga must snort cocaine, uh
Ridin´ with a shotgun, shotty, bitch, feelin´ like Kurt Cobain, uh
Do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?
Yo, do you wanna come out here?

Yo, do you wanna come out ? Yo, Pi´erre
Niggas be talkin´ like G´s, but don´t got no cheese, this shit lookin´ hard to believe
Like, if you ain´t really police, then why is you callin´ my managers lookin´ for beef?
Hold on, turn this shit up to the max, blow up the city and bounce it (Bounce, bounce)
Shawty keep screamin´ the gang, but she don´t know how to pronounce it (Pronounce it)
And she fell in love with the drugs, ecstacy pill got her bouncin´ (Bounce, bounce)
Huh, and I´m ridin´ ´round with the plug, he should just be my accountant (Uh-ah, ooh)
Huh, I´m sick of this bitch, she a dub, tell her just stay from around me (Uh-ah)
Tell that lil´ ho to just wait on the flood, pull up two-three at the club (Pull up two-three, ooh)

Pull out a fifty and make this shit work
Pull out a fifty and make this shit twerk (Ooh)
Phantom keep roarin´, I just let it skrrt
Belt double B, Louis V on the shirt (Ooh)

She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now (Bah, fuck)
Smokin´ on dope right now, money on the floor right now (Well, let´s go)
Shawty wanna fiend right now, she just wanna blow my loud (Blow my loud)
Huh, hit, then I´m kickin her out, hit, then I´m kickin her out, huh (Fah, fah)

That´s what the fuck I´m talkin´ ´bout (Fah)
Off the meds, tryna swerve the wheel, I done lost it (Tryna swerve the wheel)
Who that boy? They think I sold my soul, I got options (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tell your friends I´m back in the city (Skrrt), get it poppin´ (Skrrt)