Lyrics
Real smart shit, yeah, real mob shit, yeah
And I like your bo-, baby, I like your body, yeah
Nigga breakin' in the cars, I wanna be your target, yeah
Oh, you're a family man? I'll catch you in a Target
You gon' run him down, I'm so goddamn fast, you don't need ass for shit
On the back, I like her, 'bout to beat in her ass, so I like her assets
Score, I was getting kicked out of class, fightin' with my classmates
Can't make that ass shake, let me see that ass shake
Every girl, let me see that ass shake
You gon' wanna come back tomorrow, you left your lashes, yeah
In my home, and you should let me see your scars, I think it's romantic (I think it's romantic)
On my emo shit like Marilyn Manson
Don't trust me 'cause I swear I won't panic
Put the Glock on them, heaven started dancing
Gettin' money, you get tough on my stans
I got bad hos and they tense
Fine shit, tell her, "Bring a friend"
Fine shit is what I recommend
'Cause you know I'm in it, be with twin
On point, in it, be with Jim
I know what's goin' on, I know I'm a target
You out your mind, why don't you get me started?
Car don't need a key to start it
Ballin' on these niggas, Spalding
Ballin' on these niggas like Jermaine Lane
Got so many hos, I just wan' DM
You must wanna come in tomorrow, you left me panicked
Baby girl, you know I like you, but goddamn, I know you planned it
Yeah, I know I be hiding some of them, but nobody planned it
But they blow me like I'm stupid, so much landed
Oh, you're a family man? I'll catch you in a Target
You gon' run him down, I'm so goddamn fast, you don't need ass for shit
On the back, I like her, 'bout to beat in her ass, so I like her assets
Score, I was getting kicked out of class, fightin' with my classmates
Can't make that ass shake, let me see that ass shake
Every girl, let me see that ass shake
You gon' wanna come back tomorrow, you left your lashes, yeah
In my home, and you should let me see your scars, I think it's romantic (romantic)