Your eyes are so red, so cute I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm the motha***a Literally leanin' on your feet with my stick, buck, buck Double bang up on my nigga till my wrist up His throat is on my wrist up Tell that boy I like the way I know you, bitch, *** up And if you swing, keep your fist up, get up Pussy niggas tryna shake up Chop, chop, chop and stutter, stutter, sound like bitch talk And when it's stutter, make a bitch talk My song is a program Chop, chop, chop, he in my ear, I made his favorite song He said, boy, you blowin' up when you come down Bitch, I'm not gonna do anything like that A lot of choppers, I ain't scared of those Dirty blips, I can feel the hoes Magazine with a set of four While a bitch ride me like a Benz truck But he so, so dirty Nigga, we bent up I'ma say, father, these niggas think they wanna hear some When I'm with the clique, don't try to say hi to me When I reply, it's like doing the lottery You know my mama don't care if you proud of me When I had Millie's, Hakuna Matata Your baby mama so proud to be fond of me Yo, it's indeed, she crew me, I'll top me Slippin' a strap in that bitch, no monogamy Feel how my birdies locked up like Monopoly I'm a mother***er, blip, blip Leaning on the feet with my stick, buck, buck Double bang up on my nigga till my wrist up His throat is on my wrist up Tell that boy I like the way I know you, bitch, *** up And if you swing, keep your wrist up Get up, push a nigga tryna shake up Chop, chop, chop a stutter, stutter, sound like bitch talk And when it stutter, we make a bitch talk I already told you, I don't even ***ing care Slip in my wrist like my fist in the air Slip in my fist in my wrist in my hair Bitch, lick my dick and her man, watch he scared P-p-p-p-p-pong slice Shawty Throw it at the party In my crib with my bitch, pumping like Riccardi Karm got drenched, he like to swing just like he Bob Marley Just got braided so insane, yeah, that *** was retarded Blow this rain and ***'s so dank, it smell like summer bark Put that icing on her face like a Bob tart Bitch, I hit the folks on a cop car Mixing Adderall with my rock heart I'm a mother***er, blip, blip Leaning on the feet with my stick, buck, buck Double bang up on my nigga till my wrist up His throat is on my wrist up Tell that boy I like the way I know you, bitch *** ***ing niggas, we ain't give a piss, uh Get up, bitch, you nigga tryna shake, dawg Chop-chop-chop and stuff, that's how my bitch talk And when it's done, I make a bitch talk, talk, talk I'm a wonderboy Always lost, always wondering Now I see these big billboards I wanna see myself right in front of it I don't mean to be the elephant But life is really what you make of it I'm a wonderboy Always lost, never making sense Always tryna find my way through the mud Instead of walking on the pavement Life is a creation So why wouldn't I create something? Am I in my head? Am I just inside all the things around me That I don't understand? Am I just a voice inside an empty house again? I'm wasting all my time All for a second to rest Why is it moving so fast? I'm a wonderboy Always lost, never making sense Always tryna find my way through the mud