[Intro] (Ay, yeah, woah) ATL Jacob (Woah, woah woah)
[Hook] Ay, ay I got shooters with some aim, boy (Ay) Around my hood, like Debo, you a stain boy (Ay) [?] she ain't messin' with no lame boys We ain't bang, boy Better tuck your chain, boy (Ay)
[Verse] Growin' up I ain't have anything Now I got VVS's in my pinky ring You tweaking on that [?] I let that blicky ring Got the stiffy, at your smitty We gon' let it sing (yeah) Let it sing I call it Jodeci (Ay) Fell in love with my heart call it poetry (Ay) Call up bro, I need about a 4 of lean Got addicted 'cause she only show me loyalty I got some ice, I bought a deuce I got some juice (Ooh, ooh) I'm on the ground, I lost my man I got some loose screws (Ooh) Hoe why you mad? I'm in my bag I got some bands (Yeah, yeah) I'm boutta smash, on her friend Funny thing she said (Yeah, ay, ay) Shawty know French, amour (Ay, ay) You wanna spend the night 'cause you see shiny jewels (Ay, ay) I rock Christian Loubs, [?] shiny shoes (Ay, ay) Hatin' ass nigga anyway, boy who invited you? (Ay)
[Outro] Get in yo' bag I just wanna run up these bands Niggas wanna tweak I'ma put this hot shit on yo' ass (Ay) Nigga don't sleep But I dream about livin' in a mansion (Ay) Nigga don't tweak 'Cause my clip come with a big extension We was trappin' in the school I should've been suspended I've been on the ground, 'cause I gotta get it Strapped up with this tool, you should pay attention She like baby I love you, you can miss me wit' itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
