While I'm driving, I'm moon walking in the sky Say shooters be jumping inside the buick Be ducking rugers A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar When the music is I'm alive and I used to get stuck inside of the cubics I never lie with the truth I'm so fucking tired of these losers And all my life, wanted the time and the juice But I'd rather die than to lose It's a matter of time 'fore i lose it And strategize with the movement Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Hoe, you know I'm dripping with the sauce, ooh Pretty with a face full of scars, all they do is build me up Try to take me apart.
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah) Better make room, vroom hear the lambo (celebrate) Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah) You know I'm about to take you from your man tho (so celebrate) Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas acting like bitches done started up a epidemic It don't make a difference, nigga we winning,I'm plenty grinning A hundred million platinum fucking you ain't got to listen (celebrate) You better step down to me, feel the dick bitch open up your mouth for me Now choke, talk to the dick honestly I'm dope, bitch, comming me like eenie meenie miney mo (celebrate) I don't like when I lose, if I don't buy for them shoes, I don't like those (regulate) Do anything that i want to it, think I'm gonna dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)