♪♪ J-Funk! ♪♪ ♪ Ain't gotta turn on demon mode, that *** be automatic ♪ ♪ Ain't gotta tell her take em off, that *** be automatic ♪ ♪ See this lil' cube on her back, it make her automatic ♪ ♪ Nigga ain't teach me to be real, that *** was automatic ♪ ♪ Gave her what's under my belly, now she love me ♪ ♪ Walk in the building, all the pretty bitches tug me ♪ ♪ Her hair got caught on my chain when she tried to hug me ♪ ♪ Found out I hit his hoe, he see me and he mug me ♪ ♪ Every time I see the camera, throw the gang up ♪ ♪ We some dawgs that got no chains, but they can't tame us ♪ ♪ Every time that one corner get hit up, so they blame us ♪ ♪ We like a record label, make a nigga famous ♪ ♪ Say he a lion, okay, lion's still a pussy ♪ ♪ I'm like, bro, you know why the *** he keep looking? ♪ ♪ Ain't mad as Beacon had that whole crowd ducking ♪ ♪ The clip got something in it, pull it till it's nothing ♪ ♪ It got hoes in the telly, rats in the duffel ♪ ♪ Choppers in the sprinting van, boss a nigga bubble ♪ ♪ They say I'm all alone, I see they in the groove ♪ ♪ But this lil' cube on the back, I'll break up a nigga, hold up ♪ ♪ What's the plan? What's the word? You say they over there? *** it, go and swear ♪ ♪ We really get into it, we really do it, we living what we rapping ♪ ♪ We not just making music, pull up 30 D's, but I'm by myself ♪ ♪ No matter what you mean, I got like 29 shells ♪ ♪ Hop that patty cake, that mean I hop that clapping *** ♪ ♪ Hop that Will Smith, that mean I hop that smacking *** ♪ ♪ And I keep that pipe, I feel like Pookie, nigga ♪ ♪ I'm so icy, boy, I feel like Gucci, nigga ♪ ♪ I make your block hot, I think I'm toonti, nigga ♪ ♪ My lil' bad ass, I feel like Bootsie, nigga ♪ ♪ She got a nine, pop a perp before I *** her ♪ ♪ Put your phone in the safe, then we can cut her ♪ ♪ We can *** a thousand times, still ain't a couple ♪ ♪ I take you shopping, cause I'm having, I ain't no sucker ♪ ♪ Just like I left the barber shop, I'm coming trim ♪ ♪ Pull over, give you wood, yeah, I'm one of them ♪ ♪ Blimey, man, I'm all, yeah, I'm one of them ♪ ♪ Damn, pussy boy, can't call me one of them ♪ ♪ Pull up in what you run on, in a bird ♪ ♪ Threat who, come again, say what, lil' nigga got some nerves ♪ ♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, die because of words ♪ ♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, got what he deserve ♪ ♪ Pull up, track, ho, farm in my hood, lot of horses in it ♪ ♪ She like a gun range, know that Uzi good, I keep busting it ♪ ♪ I got toothpick, stick to his teeth, like it's something in her ♪ ♪ Point your finger, move it back and forth until you hear the clicking ♪ ♪ Ain't gotta turn on demon mode, that *** be automatic ♪ ♪ Ain't gotta tell her, take him off, that *** be automatic ♪ ♪ See this lil' cube on the back, it make it automatic ♪ ♪ Nigga ain't teach me to be real, that *** was automatic ♪ ♪♪