� � 3 Chainz Out Caught up in my bull*** Put your head on backwards Then skate off after Engage in laughter About what just happened Fingers in napkins Get sent to mammy's Is that too graphic? Catch you in traffic You sittin' daffy Like stealin' candy My ceilings absent My wheels are massive My friends assassins All of us bastards Our mothers queens And our women dancers My rivers rappin' My fin is splashin' My gills are flappin' I bit some matches Then sipped some gas And went kiss the dragon I'm really rappin' No finger snappin' Them pills to pack it Y'all niggas slippin' My swag is drippin' So here's a napkin What's really happenin'? Bird bowl attackin' I'm showin' passion Know what I mean? See I'm the king Like I'm from Akron I'm goin' overboard Somebody call the captain And when it come to gettin' checks I always want the fat ones I'm so high I can sing to a chandelier My floor a glass of Ace of Spades And yours a can of beer Too many bitches Too many blunts Too many buttons Not enough bullets Them niggas buggin' The squad is comin' AK on shoulder No shoulder shruggin' They ain't match a nugget My weave sticky Like acupuncture I'm on fire I'm on fire I'm on fire Come get the nugget Like acupuncture And Magnus Honey Knock on the side door Three times And have your money Or get to steppin' Like cap her stuff And I slap her junkie I'm havin' lunch With Italian Sonny Don't ask the subject Love why you took Rap it from it He said, Don't ask me nothin' Too many bodies Too many bangers Too many bundles Not enough bullets These niggas buggin' I heard they stun you It's gon' be trouble We come through And catch you while you cuddle *** shotgun barrels Like tunnels Nigga don't even mumble I'm back to ballin' I'm in the back Pull on the scene And I *** your queen Playin' fast Detroit Are we ready? Turkey spaghetti And castor oil That's codeine Turn your guillotine To a fashion show In four minutes I turn this into forensics In a foreign car With a foreign broad That's long-winded Paper long And you takin' long You just don't get it I'm the phone Up on state Tony want a song with me Hotter than Mississippi The summer of the 1950s In a van full of some niggas And white bitches Get pulled over For swervin' Like high officer When he asked me why I was swervin' I'm high officer I can make it bounce by myself Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin I sleep in my Phantom So high dancin' with the stars To the star-spangled banner I change your channel I change your pattern I ring your Saturn I bang your madam She get on top And I shake the ladder I make her straddle Then gather Then calculate the data I listen up for the snakes Or the baby rattle I play the shadows Don't play no games I straight get at em I'm on a chronic all day Like it's my favorite album I play the sound When it came in islands A stripper dancer If I don't get the call first I have a temper tantrum I innovative I demonstrate it It's nickel plated I don't care if you owe me a nick Nigga, you need to pay me I kiss your lady Eat her pussy Then kiss the baby Get situated Get keys off table And leave her aided I really made it Get it made Schwarzenegger Won't wrestle niggas I spatula all you action figures I'm so high The blunt feel like a dumbbell These niggas tiny Like a spider on a spark web I got some upscale Cocaine on my thumbnail I feed it to my fun gals They say, *** yeah I'm doin' this *** like what else? When I go, I'ma leave for the barrel I told her, you did like a Chevrolet I want a Ferrari in yellow Just so I can match all my yellow bitches I been a player since elementary I got my bars in the penitentiary I got a clip that hang several inches I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can, I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can, I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can, I can make it bounce by myself