Yeah, DJ Crazy, you young as Gs and OGs, you know, DJ on the beat so it's a banger, that choppa go.
I let it ring (Brrr), you know what I mean (Yeah), I don't think green (Uh uh), I need my green (Let's go).
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh), I just wanna let this bitch, (What?) Let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr).
When shit get wrong, it can't go right, I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion.
Be careful what you about it, put that on ice, I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type.
Whatever you say, okay, alright, you pick your fate, you pay your price, just know I do not play, alright.
Yeah, I been acting hard, I send 'em to God (I send 'em to God), my dog like dodge (Aye), they pull up and charge (They pull up and charge).
I'm riding the ten speed, (Skrr) it's hard to pull out the 'rage (Yeah), it's [?] I'm fucking your daughters (Yeah), they twins, I'm Mr. Rogers.
Now it's a problem with a hundred thousand dollars in the truck, ain't talk shit, we follow them punks.
You cross that line, everybody getting ducked, fast forward 25 years, and I grew up.
Nigga talk shit, don't do shit to 'em, press Atlanta, your string get pulled.
Got a problem, bring it to 'em, just don't be so immature.
I let it ring (Brrr), you know what I mean (Yeah), I don't think green (Uh uh), I need my green (Let's go).
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh), I just wanna let this bitch, (What?) Let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr).
When shit get wrong, it can't go right, I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion.
Be careful what you about it, put that on ice, I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type.
Whatever you say, okay, alright, you pick your fate, you pay your price, just know I do not play, alright, alright.
This shit on sight, I blame it on strike, I blame it on ice, I blame it on drink.
I took a lil' X, I fuck on my ex, I did a lil' wrong, I'm making it right.
Where did he go, he ran out back, he must've ran track, I slash his back.
I got war wounds, under my tats, I got a few bloods, they all say slatt.
I got a few crips, they all on neck, I busted on her lips, but not her back.
It's not my bitch, it's not my neck, I'm just her pimp, I'm not her dad.
The cops pulled me over, they smelled my thrax, it's not my hat, but them my racks.
Them my Lewis, and them my slatts, and that's my car and that's my bitch.
Ain't none of your concern, keep me outta that shit, nigga, all on my dick, tryna follow my bitch.
If you catch me in Vegas, I'ma catch a new case, 50 niggas with you and I'ma be in your face.
Nigga think this shit a game, bet his ass get stabbed, 19 in the clip, let his ass get had.
Best case scenario, get your ass kidnapped, worst case, end up in a plastic bag.
Without order there is chaos, never let 'em handle a nigga, motherfuckin' player, I do it like in Atlanta, nigga.
You do that shit for IG and the fucking camera, you gon' be happy 'till someone teach you some fucking manners, ha, ha, ha, ha.
When shit get wrong, it can't go right, I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion.
Be careful what you about it, put that on ice, I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type.
Whatever you say, okay, alright, you pick your fate, you pay your price, just know I do not play, alright.
I let it ring (Brrr), you know what I mean (Yeah), I don't think green (Uh uh), I need my green (Let's go).
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh), I just wanna let this bitch, (What?) Let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr).