[Intro] Turn me way up, turn me way up, way up DY Krazy Put on my headphones Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah NLMB, 150, dream team, 999 Huh, huh, huh, huh, uh
[Verse 1] Anything you do, I can do better Pull up stuntin' no matter the weather If she want the D, know that she know that she gotta bring her lil' amiga, I fuck 'em together Mix the Rick with the Raf on the jacket, that's clever Raf Simons pockets hold my heavy metal Remember I was toting a .38 special Stoned to the bone, was a 5 star rebel She wanna fuck, I might let her Gotta be a ten, I won't settle But first she gotta eat wifey out I wanna see if she can get on our level When I stopped doing xans, hit a whole another level Started doing percs, looked in the mirror, saw the Devil Fam like "Slow down, need to stop it fella" (Why?) Still count millions like Rockefeller Nah, I'm finna marry my bae Al Pacino money with the bank (Oh) Triple 9 General, I'm top rank Breaking down minerals, smokin' on stank All these pictures that I paint come from visions in my brain Yeah, pop pills 'til I'll faint, closet look like NRA Baby that blackout PS3, get you wetter than a sprinkler, a tub, or a sink I'm a champion, most of these niggas be fake, mannequin My gun got hungry so it ate, like sandwiches Get yo' head took off (Off), my accuracy is great, can't handle it Took his head off of his shoulders, dismantled it They couldn't tell it was him 'cause of the damages (Fuck nigga)
[Chorus] Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch) Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch), nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch) Nah, nah, nah (Go, bitch, go), nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch) Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch), nah, nah, nah (Go bitch, go bitch, go bitch), uh
[Verse 2] I work so hard for myself, diamonds I bought, bling, huh No, I'm not Latin, but gang, gang baby, I guess I'm a damn king I walk in the building and say I do what I want Niggas ain't doing a damn thing Get in the way, get sprayed like mace (Sheesh) So I've been doin' my damn thing Thank God I don't gotta move birds I still stay flyer than birds (Wings) Shoot 'em, Larry Bird, good luck if we on the same team Loyalty, I can not switch sides, for all my niggas, I'm ridin' Through the high and low tides, surfin' and glidin' Soul searchin', survivin', I heat up the climate (Brrt, grrah) I don't wanna be, shh, quiet Gon' suppress my gun, make it silent Mixin' Biscotti and Runtz, I been flyin' I'm a dog, Rottweiler, ain't no one on one's, we dogpilin' Hundred round of drugs if you can't calm down yet
[Chorus] Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch) Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch), nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch) Nah, nah, nah (Go, bitch, go), nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch) Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch), nah, nah, nah (Go bitch, go bitch, go bitch), uhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
