Letras
Hey, Ferric (what sup Drone?)
Tell Jeremih Chainz all the way for that eight-nine (I bet)
Gucci bein' on the spot since last night (hey, I heard)
You know how nigga like the world, yeah
Wow, DJ Drummer, I handle the boards (let's do this shit)
Gucci Mane and Jeremih see fine too fly, you're a damn liar
I stayed higher than a fucking flyer, you stay up like vampire
Shawty lock on like a plier, she OC, she's crazy (ah)
Her shoe game is amazing, and a bad game is blazing (Gucci)
Put some days in with the stray in, I've done flew her in for the weekend
Can't remember where we began, but I hope that the shit don't end
She's so cool, she bring friends, matched shoes, Christian Louboutins (huh)
We locked in, but we spiked out, got a queen signature Spike Lee (wow)
Kick it every day like Jet Li, ten diamond chains like Mr. T (burr)
She's a real freak, no mystery, on the bank, on the devil, she's missing me (wow)
Tell her ex-boyfriend he is history, beat the pussy up, no sympathy
On the highway to the driveway, well, it's hard to drive 'cause she all over me
Gucci Mane and Jeremih see fine too fly, you're a damn liar
I stayed higher than a fucking flyer, you stay up like vampire
Shawty lock on like a plier, she OC, she's crazy (ah)
Her shoe game is amazing, and a bad game is blazing (Gucci)
Put some days in with the stray in, I've done flew her in for the weekend
Can't remember where we began, but I hope that the shit don't end
She's so cool, she bring friends, matched shoes, Christian Louboutins (huh)
We locked in, but we spiked out, got a queen signature Spike Lee (wow)
Kick it every day like Jet Li, ten diamond chains like Mr. T (burr)
She's a real freak, no mystery, on the bank, on the devil, she's missing me (wow)
Tell her ex-boyfriend he is history, beat the pussy up, no sympathy
On the highway to the driveway, well, it's hard to drive 'cause she all over me (huh)
She ain't the little girl I used to know
Got in the body got them beating in the soul
I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go
Headed for destruction and everybody know
She outta control (she lost control, so who's gonna say whose control)
She-she outta control (she lost control, so who's gonna say whose control)
She outta control (she lost control, so who's gonna say whose control)
She-she outta control (she lost control, so who's gonna say whose control)
She outta control
What's your name, shawty?
Where are you from? Up?
You're fine as hell, your skin tone is honeybun like a basketball
We can do this one on one, I gotta love Jones
I'm the rest, hey, see get along, she page calling my booty phone
She needs me, won't be alone, say her old boyfriend's at
Cheating on Bambino and so now on hold, she's calling
She at me, she's fallin', page mistakes, she stay too long
My bubble with no breaks out of control (out of control)
Breaks out of control (out of control, out of control)
She ain't the little girl I used to know
Got in the body got them beating in the soul
I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go
Headed for destruction and everybody know
She outta control (she lost control, so who's gonna say whose control)
She-she outta control (she lost control, so who's gonna say whose control)
She outta control (she lost control, so who's gonna say whose control)
She-she outta control (she lost control, so who's gonna say whose control)
She outta control
She outta control (-trol), she's on the Patrón (tron)
She told me that she love me, I said I love you more (true)
I gotta end my sweet, I said, "Sup, my swag" (swag)
Call it FaceTime (time), call it iPad (so)
She be running through my mind (mind), 40 on cash
I'm the type to fire new crib in old glass (damn)
I'm the type to fire new car in all cash
Po-potato, I'm a mash, I like girls with them ass up
She ain't the little girl I used to know
Got in the body got them beating in the soul
I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go
Headed for destruction and everybody know
She outta control
(This Chicago nigga)