Hands is on her you know what, ’cause bandz a make her you know what
And I can make a girl break fast, my pants be on that too much lust
And I’m ’bout whatever baby, take a photo, I’m looking good
And these breezies are so beneath you, understand you’re misunderstood
Premium leather goods, we pay whatever for it
All of these ***** ******, only under influenced
Throw a block up then I back out, like that, roll a pack out, took a light hit, might nap
Got a thick bitch with a trip stick I’ma smack, and a bucket but we nothing but pack
Bald-headed scallywag, real ****** salute me
Catch me at that Memphis game, seats saved by Rudy
Or Mark Gasol, or Selby do, that’s plenty dough
That’s Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those Ralph!
