Wheezy outta here
Wee, woo
Woo-ooh, ooh
Divide the shooters 
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing 
They knockin ya off 
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost 
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome 
The circle of bosses 
Pussy, you better not cross us 
We asked your bitch 
Her pussy be wetter than faucets 
I close my fist 
My ice, it make an announcement 
I raise a brick 
Make her go hike on a mountain 
She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her its nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
Sippin lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
Bitches tryna come over and dine in
Throw 11 like Matt Ryan
Most my bitches and me are tight and
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
Ima watch it like WiFi
Clear water on her neck, nigga, dont see the shark 
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it 
Name the location, we mark it 
We gotta move the smartest 
I got a K in my office 
You ever seen a carcass? 
Growed up to be an arsoner 
Breathin out fire, like oxygen
McLaren, it came equipped 
Pressin the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip 
Cant pull up on me, come get your chips 
Heard car got flipped 
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft
Hey, Im countin these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didnt know what it said
They catering Activis at the weddin
I travel with the Draco or the chete
You think that she straight
Im turnin her gay, got her kissin a lady
She quiet as kept, I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk, the Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I dont recept, no receptionists, I dont accept
Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
Teeth, we dont want peace, yeah, were clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini 
Woah, I dont need a seat, Id rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
Whoo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis
Divide the shooters 
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing 
They knockin ya off 
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost 
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome 
The circle of bosses 
Pussy, you better not cross us 
We asked your bitch 
Her pussy be wetter than faucets 
I close my fist 
My ice, it make an announcement 
I raise a brick 
Make her go hike on a mountain