I cocked it,
I bowed,
Yogi said get him so I got him out.
I turned this bitch into a burial!
Look,
look,
look,
look,
looking from the top floor,
why would I stop for?
Still hear the crowd cheers while I'm thinking encore
Flying on a Concorde, listening to Tom Ford
Frames match the song title, flyer than a condor
Little niggas rhyme poor, poverty flows in ya
Part of beating hoes and I am who you trying for?
I think not, cause you stay hot
The coups got no roots,
forever they stay drop,
nigga
You ready?
I came,
I saw,
I cocked it,
I bowed,
I came,
I saw,
I cocked it,
I bowed,
Yogi said get him so I got him out
I
turned this bitch into a burial!
You ready, nigga?