Lyricist : Michael Williams

Composer : cl4pers

[intro:]

fah fah

fah fah, fah fah

fah fah, fah fah

[verse]

hit a nigga up call it 2pac, she tryna play my song on a boombox

i'm in the back and i'm chillin' with two thots, look at that girl like, "man that bitch too hot"

shawty told all them 'cause i got two glocks

jumped off the porch, now i'm on the rooftop

aye aye, aye aye

bad lil' bitch, she givin' me knowledge

shawty real fine, and she go to college

i gave that girl all the money in my wallet

me and my niggas you know that we ballin'

i brought the 40' and bro brought the mannequin

me and my niggas yeah, we never lackin'

40' gon' make that boy dance, michael jackson

niggas is mad 'cause the paper, i'm stackin'

it's gettin' rеal messy, think i need a napkin

told that boy millie k to hand me thе mac 10

no i'm not crip, but i get it crackin'

if i see your hoe, i'ma blow her back in

look at your boy, i'm paper chasin'

i'm soundin' like dami, no reparations

me and my bros goin' on vacation

like quavo i can't wait to say that we made it

call me santana cause i stay on go, i'm sorry bro i ain't try to steal your flow

i'm 4'2" in real life, i stand on my money i'm 5'2"

yo ass been talkin', can't wait 'til we find you

i stick to your hoe just like she some fine glue

no king von, but nigga she mine too

[gunshot]