***, shawty, I'm trying to get you back to the goddamn Goddamn, you know what I'm talking about? Cut, *** Look, man A lot of y'all niggas don't even understand what the *** nigga talking about Cause y'all don't talk like that, goddamn Ditch that ATS ***, goddamn Rizzy, talk to him Yeah, I wanna ***, goddamn Jigga for the check, goddamn All up in the city, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn Pull up in the run, goddamn Got two yellow with me, goddamn Chanel on my body, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn Okay, he said he wanna feature, goddamn What I smoke is illegal, goddamn Ridin' in a two-seater, goddamn Got the big head, NBA jam, ooh We steady passin' that gas, ooh Your girlfriend say I'm too hot, cool One around town, I'm a dog, ooh I ain't really worried about y'all, ooh Hooked up with my nigga Royce, ooh I'ma turn these niggas up a little Flow sick, take me to the hospital Hold on, nigga, let me get him Goddamn, goddamn You a lying nigga, just scram But I don't know who I am On K-Count, nigga, goddamn Pop your pussy, goddamn Pop your pussy, goddamn You wet as ***, we in the private room I might slide it in you, goddamn I'm a nasty nigga, goddamn I'm a nasty nigga, goddamn If you pass, ***, don't talk to me When you pass it, nigga, goddamn Might post my number on the last pic Of your Instagram, goddamn I text her, she at Folly She like, pull up, goddamn We leave the club, she hungry Our time is, goddamn That's good food, goddamn Organic food, goddamn Your bitch all on my line Yeah, you know that she ready The way she ride, did it I swear I wasn't even ready You know a nigga ain't lyin' Tell these folks who I am All I know is stay true Goddamn, goddamn, damn Your bitch wanna ***, goddamn Jigga for the check, goddamn All up in the city, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn Pull up in the run, goddamn Got two yellow with me, goddamn Chanel on my body, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn Twist the Porsche Panamera, goddamn Whip the Lambo in Atlanta, goddamn Phantom full of Hannah, handlin' a hammer like an animal And I'm the man up in the Phantom, goddamn Bet the house on a twist, goddamn Cause I got your house on my wrist, goddamn She was suckin' *** with her mouth on the beat Saw the whip, now the mouth on her dick, goddamn Talkin' smack, I give me charge, goddamn Why you actin' like you hard, goddamn If you want some action, we can make it happen In the yard, we can get it crackin' like a car, goddamn Lay out a pound on the mat, goddamn Smokin' back-to-back, goddamn Hit it from the back, she was doin' this, she was doin' that Cause she was out for flack, goddamn They don't know what could've be They make it flow so vividly Haters overlookin' me Cause they don't wanna give it to me Anymore what should it be I take you on a killer spree, afraid of a whole butchery I bet they gon' remember me And make them throw the book at me Cause they wanna consider me a danger, so they puttin' me Out as a public enemy And takin' me and bookin' me Cause I'm out of the industry, goddamn They call me Colin Parshad, goddamn Where it all got started, goddamn I hate bitches takin' pictures in the club all night When the niggas come to party, goddamn Standin' on the table, goddamn Static gettin' paper, goddamn Hundred reason mother***ers started Movin' out here to get closer to the man, goddamn One of the best and y'all niggas don't want it This ***, I had to get on it Cause I go hard and I'm off on it, don't it Hard and I'm off on it, don't it Ayy, ayy, niggas know about this man They static up and they late it But at the end of the night She still end up in the back of a nigga Mercedes Givin' me head from Southside to Graded Yeah, mother***er, I'm faded I seen the text message sent to a friend And the text said, bitch, we made it Real, real, real, goddamn Everybody know the boy, goddamn Y'all know what it is when I do a remix Cause my world gon' be bouncing, goddamn It's real naive, you feel naive I do what I do, I'm the *** naive Ain't got your main girl ridin', I'ma deny it Prince of the South, goddamn Got my name in your mouth, goddamn Ever since it came out, I'm the one they talk about Put that money in my mouth, goddamn I know that you see me, goddamn I'm all in your TV, goddamn You know I got shooter, goddamn Got whole lot of hooter, goddamn They don't play my ***, but I'm still rich Don't let a nigga fool you, goddamn Yeah, they want me to slow up I'm like, nah, bitch, I can't hold up Goddamn, niggas hatin' on me I'm still in the streets Trying to make this money Goddamn, niggas hatin' on me Cause I'm out in the streets Trying to make this money, goddamn