| Let me tell you 'bout somethin'
|
| (Woah, Kenny)
|
| Uno, I killed it
|
| Drop a little bit' like a Tic-Tac
|
| Hold on, baby, bend that ass over, let me break that back
|
| Pull up, pull up, pull up in the Maybach
|
| Pull up in the club throwin' ones, I’ma make that back
|
| Ooh, yeah, make that back
|
| Huh, lot of lean, sip that drank
|
| Ooh, yeah, diamonds shittin' on 'em, yeah, lot of gas fill that tank
|
| Huh, yeah, fill it up
|
| Diamonds gon' hit 'em up
|
| Look how we ended up
|
| Listen up
|
| Roast that boy, yeah, like rotisserie
|
| I think my life is a mystery
|
| Very distinct type of mystery
|
| I’m in her mouth like some Listerine
|
| Leave that boy ass in the middle of the street
|
| That cop gave me a lil' misdemeanor
|
| Baby, don’t act like you missin' me
|
| I just talk bucks, but you can’t kiss on me
|
| I got the with kits on 'em
|
| Yeah, Uno, I’m stapled in history
|
| Very unstable
|
| They watching me just like cable
|
| Bought that lil' bitch and she able
|
| Kicks is so fresh that I grab on my shit just like Fabo
|
| Drop a little bit' like a Tic-Tac
|
| Hold on, baby, bend that ass over, let me break that back
|
| Pull up, pull up, pull up in the Maybach
|
| Pull up in the club throwin' ones, I’ma make that back
|
| Ooh, yeah, make that back
|
| Huh, lot of lean, sip that drank
|
| Ooh, yeah, diamonds shittin' on 'em, yeah, lot of gas fill that tank
|
| Wet it, diamonds they wet and they drip
|
| Baby, come take a lil' sip
|
| I’ma fuck that lil' bitch then I dip
|
| Huh, yeah, you dig?
|
| Uh, yeah, I’m at the top like a wig
|
| Hold up, .40 hit
|
| Bodies gon' drop like tip-tip-tip-tip drills
|
| So many hoes, she the fifth wheel
|
| So much molly, she can’t sit still
|
| I got lot of lean, coolin' with the top back
|
| Lot of dreams came true when I dropped that
|
| So I dropped that
|
| Patek, iced out
|
| Addy, send it, pop out
|
| Back to back Raris with the Glocks out
|
| Yeah, pipe it up, rock out
|
| Ooh, pull up, speed, hop out
|
| Throwing the rock like Hopscotch
|
| I need my green like Popeye
|
| Now that I think about it, I ride wit' the kick 'cause the opps out
|
| Drop a little bit' like a Tic-Tac
|
| Hold on, baby, bend that ass over, let me break that back
|
| Pull up, pull up, pull up in the Maybach
|
| Pull up in the club throwin' ones, I’ma make that back
|
| Ooh, yeah, make that back
|
| Huh, lot of lean, sip that drank
|
| Ooh, yeah, diamonds shittin' on 'em, yeah, lot of gas fill that tank
|
| Drop a little bit' like a Tic-Tac
|
| Hold on, baby, bend that ass over, let me break that back
|
| Pull up, pull up, pull up in the Maybach
|
| Pull up in the club throwin' ones, I’ma make that back
|
| Ooh, yeah, make that back
|
| Huh, lot of lean, sip that drank
|
| Ooh, yeah, diamonds shittin' on 'em, yeah, lot of gas fill that tank |