Chorus Oohweee uhh huhh oweeee pop it off in this muthasucka x4 Verse 1 Oh no more stressing out Yall making me laugh like snl Lord willing I aint goin to jail My brotha get jammed up he aint gona tell I dont wana go to hell, but these big booty hoes make it hard as hell He dont even smoke no weed but he got jammed up for the parafanal Yall looking small as hell gotta beef it up waddup Scottdale They bring it at yo door like aol you got mail You bouta waste time dont do the crime unless you got bail You betta make time for that FaceTime or that PayPal New York, pop it off Stop playing, knock it off Riding round chi town sour crout on a hot dog God father, mob boss Big balls, hop off Two shots and 1 AO hotsauce Chorus Oohwee uh huh oohwee pop it off in this muthasucka x2 Verse 2 Zone zone zone zone 6 Ballin out like Im ole miss Klay Thompson I dont miss Im in
muthasucka, oohwee, zone, jammed, parafanal