I'm really that man you fear I'm really that boy you fear
Copy my flow on the floor—shit leave you on the floor
New opportunities bitch open the door
Old opportunities bitch leave them on the floor
We got pulled over tonight we got pulled over tonight
Shit I seen the stripes—shit the lights in my eyes
Fuck it's red and blue like my cup
I'm a real dog bitch I ain't a pup
If I told you it's up then it's stuck
If I told you it's up then it's stuck
Bitch yeah—shit I'm smokin' the Za'
This shit in my eyes hop in the car
She in my eyes my bitch on my side
Yeah yeah yeah—she grippin' my thigh
Yeah yeah—damn I think I'm finna finna
What? I'm goin' real crazy uh
Yo bitch she makin' me lazy uh
The drink it makin' me lazy uh
Yo bitch she makin' me crazy uh
Hop in the car leavin' your bitch in the car
Ooh she followin' me out the car
Ooh she walkin' up into the bar
Ooh damn—the bar in my house
I'm really in mansion really got fashion
Damn boy you know I got fashion oh
Hop in the whip—I ain't crashin'
Not no Abel not no Abel—bitch I ain't an ableist
But I'm so able to do shit that I do
Just 'cause I work hard bitch yeah
You know I work hard bitch yeah
You know I work hard bitch ayy
You know I work hard yeah yeah
I'm makin' a lot uh uh
I'm makin' my way—World Paver
Gang pavin' that shit
If you know me you know I ain't a bitch bitch
Fuck it up told you what's up—now it's stuck uh
Told you it's up then it's stuck huh
Fuckin' my bitch wanna touch huh shit
Yeah fuck with my boys and you gonna get touched uh uh
Touchin' the Drac'—bitch it ain't a cock boom!
Bitch touchin' the Drac'—get boomed
Fuckin' yo bitch—she doomed
Hop in the whip go zoom zoom zoom
Fuck I'm really zooted
I took a puff of this shit—now I think I'm goin' clueless
I ain't got a clue bitch—I don't know who is you bitch
I don't know who your friend is but she up in my crib
Fuckin' it up for me—take another sip for me
Take all the puff from me yeah yeah
I ain't got shit to say—man put that in my face
Damn shake it in my face—damn damn I'm lovin' the taste
Man she grabbin' my legs—man I'm grabbin' her lips
Ayy she puttin' that shit on my shit—bow bow
Know I really got fashion
Hot boy yeah I got standards
Hot boy bitch I got standards—standards
No Ned Flanders—bitch I'm really fly
On Simpsons real bad shit
On Simpsons I'm like Kyle man—but I'm really bad