Yeah, yeah, yeahYes, I could goTell all your brides***, I got the injuryShe got it blackI'm smoking a holeJuly to JulyIn the nighttimeShe back to the bodyLet me tell herHot, hot, hotMother***ing feelingsI feel it hotI'm a lifestyle geniusCan't clap, can't smileGot so many hoesThese are little liesBoy, I got G'sRebellion likeI have the rest of itBut these *** is soI was getting readyFor my unfitBut I go hardIt ain't hoesFor the fifth timeLike a carThey did this for the sixth timeI'm still goingMy man, I feltWe can even hit your girlI do it suicideBitch, it's for dollarsThey said it wasDo it, lie to meTry to hit itBut with itYou know the problemYeah, I'm on the leagueIt ain't no got no valueBitch, I need moneyTill I eat it upShe said we upAnd we been hit upShe swallowed meDamn, I just spent a whole yearBlack cut, manYou keep onI ain't no wasteGirl, if that *** she goSo fold your paperI'll make itFold your paperYeah, cause she make her readyYeah, I'm on the roadAnd I'm for raceBitch, quitI'm beside youBeside youI'm on the zoneSince I smoke and hide itBitch, I just wanna take a shotWe're in the leagueBigger paparazziYeah, bitch, we liveIn the fires and the partyYeah, bitch, we liveIn the chatWe poppin'Yes, I could kill youGirl, I'm on the right***, I got the energyBitch, you got it readyI'm smoking all weekSo I don't you lieYou're lateSo I don't ***Right through the bodyLook at your headThank youI look at you for yearsI still don't have itI'm relaxedI'm in the raceDon't clap meCause I got so many hoesAnd some in the rightI got cheeseI'm feeling like poshI got the rest of itReally ***So I was scaredWhen I'm on the roadRemember, I gon' hold itGet home for the fifth timeLike a carYou did this for the sixth timeMr. RollerCome on, manI felt wickedThen I hit your doorI did a suicideBitch, you forgot meThey said we must do itThat's when we startedYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah*