♪♪ Hey, Brandon, man, why you do this? ♪ Kick a bitch out like Toodles ♪ Lobster on my plate, came a long way from Doodles ♪ My pockets get bigger than a Sumo ♪ Baby Sasuke, whippin' that Naruto ♪ Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos ♪ I remember I was with your bitch, she was cool in here ♪ She was kickin' *** with me like Judo ♪ Knock it out the park, home run, I propose ♪ She ain't never, never been to Pluto ♪ Young niggas stay in the same drama ♪ ***in' on another nigga, baby mama ♪ Got a hood bitch named Shayana ♪ Got a Draco that ain't with the caddy ♪ I shoot the three like I'm Rihanna ♪ Ayy, the trap, I can't stay out it ♪ My niggas, they used to practice, yeah ♪ We got a lot of bands, I turned to a bandage, yeah ♪ I just popped a half and I'm not landin', yeah ♪ I just know she bad and she's a savage ♪ Everything I do is outstanding ♪ Everything on me, Balenciaga ♪ Balenciaga, Balenciaga, Balenciaga ♪ Balenciaga, Balenciaga, Balenciaga ♪ This probably don't do no tic-tic-y ♪ My diamonds sit bad like a Frisbee ♪ And none of my bitches is picky ♪ Pattin' love on my coupe like it's Missy ♪ I might just go cop a new Coliseum ♪ *** on your bitch and put that hoe to bed ♪ These niggas broke, no, they don't got no bread ♪ I didn't carry the game, I ain't weak in my legs ♪ What, weak in my legs ♪ And with your bitch head ♪ ***in' your hoe and she givin' me head ♪ After I'm done, put that lil' bitch to bed ♪ Heard what I said ♪ Hold up, I'm shootin', I pull up a sniper ♪ Mop up a leopard, he shootin' a rifle ♪ We smash out a Swerve and a Viper ♪ My jacket made out of tiger ♪ My car's made out carbon fiber ♪ Far and we pull up Versace ♪ Bitch, we done shot up the opps ♪ Them niggas dead on the rifle ♪ Might as well go out of space in these hoes ♪ Might as well go out of space ♪ Tell me when you ready, yeah ♪ Tell me when you ready, yeah ♪ Push the road, drive us like a Chevy ♪ And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus ♪ Bando to bando to bando ♪ I'm havin' a seizure with the Draco slidin' ♪ Y'all and them can't do it, spread up the stride ♪ Hickle boom, we thinkin' you're a Cyrus ♪ Runnin' and rollin' like Boston, Georgia, Diego ♪ I can't hide it ♪ Started out runnin' with the goonies ♪ Now I got no style, the niggas stylin' ♪ Shoulda put your bitch in the boonies ♪ When you can't find her, cause you won't be findin' ♪ I know I'm goin' in the circle ♪ That's where the shirts keep, look at my shirt ♪ I know I'm goin' settin' silk ♪ Hermes on my curtains, yeah ♪ Bust out my gates, put on my wrist and my chest ♪ I'm gettin' some glints ♪ Karma correct, you already know ♪ How niggas come in the drum roll of 50 ♪ Turn up, yeah ♪ Gotta keep that track ♪ Tell me when you ready, yeah ♪ Diamonds all baguettes, yeah ♪ Got a badass bitch ♪ I took from a lame ♪ Chopped it like hedges ♪ I line that *** up like it ♪ I wrap the belt up like a present ♪ I keep my side bitch tryna go steady ♪ I put these carrots on my ring ♪ Ain't tryna marry no bitch till I'm ready ♪ Man, that pretty lil' ***, I done stabbed in it ♪ Hit the ducky in it, then I dabbed in it ♪ I'm stallion, drank the medallion ♪ I'm doin' a Ferrari Italian ♪ I'm outta here, all the way outta here ♪ Had to scoot over, all the way outta here ♪ I'm stallion, baby, I'm stallion ♪ Lacing you up in designer gear ♪ I'm proud of you, nigga ♪ You droppin' them banners ♪ Should get you a bird membership ♪ A gang of niggas on guard ♪ When I go up, I can't forget her ♪ Can't