[Intro]
(Let's go, Mario)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah
[Chorus]
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to fu*k up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out (Yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them b*tches, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now (Brr, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down (Yeah)
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as fu*k (Yeah, yeah), I don't think that I need it right now (Okay)
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down (Yeah)
But I still go OD for my motherfu*kin' brothers, whenever it's down, smack down (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Saturday night, I'm goin' raw as a motherfu*kin' hoe (Yeah)
I just Chris Pauled on my motherfu*kin' ball (Yeah, yeah)
She a redbone, I'm a dog, I suppose (Yeah, brr)
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot, my young ni**as with me, they saying it's goals
I done bossed all of them up (Skrrt), they ain't ask me for sh*t (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt), that's just gang so you know how it goes (Yeah)
And I'm up in this b*tch, I been counting my paper (Yeah)
That Vivienne Westwood, Supreme, alligator (What? Yeah)
I'm not a home wrecker, I'm fu*ked, see you later
My b*tch pussy wetter, please get it together (Yeah)
That GG all over my motherfu*king sweater (Okay)
I pip regardless, I don't move with the weather (Okay, okay, okay)
That GG Allin rock the stage ,I would never
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your b*tch love Donny, she just made me her header (Skrrt-skrrt)
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever (Yeah)
This sh*t not Vlone, it's a cross on my sweater
That's ØUTLAW Rickies, I just mix 'em together (Yeah)
Check my sound, this sh*t a number one seller (Yeah)
b*tch, you know I know she just want all my cheddar (Yeah, yeah)
That's why I'm sleeping with a brand new Beretta (Yeah)
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher (Brr)
Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure (Huh, woah, yeah)
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better (Woo)
Boy, your ass not a man, we gon' make him three letters (Yeah)
Stack up my loot, b*tch, I love all my treasure (Yeah)
She a fan of my sh*t, we gon' fu*k if I let her (Yes sir)
Smash on the gas, it's a whole 'nother level (Yes sir)
Free my dawgs out the motherfu*king box, I ain't letting up (Yes sir)
[Chorus]
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war and I think that I've seen enough now (Bop, bow)
They say they need me to fu*k up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out (Let's go)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
See, I told them b*tches, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now
[Verse 2]
Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma spend my last before the world get over me (go)
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it's so hard to breathe (Let's go)
Now the VVVs talking, please don't talk to me (Go)
I been traveling three months and keep falling on me (Go, go)
See I been tryna stack with my ni**as
Roll up and get high and back back with my ni**as
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these ni**as
See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these ni**as
Drunk out, I can't even go down with these ni**as
[?] there's no cap on a ni**a
Strapped up in this b*tch, Mad Max on these ni**as
You can't fu*k with my b*tch, so relax on my ni**a
Hop out a Jag, who is that little ni**a?
b*tch, it's me little Daij with them racks on me ni**a (Lets go)
b*tch, we up two hella casualties, ni**a
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just running his mouth he's a real good debater
We still good on this side, we ain't fu*king with traitors
Gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I've seen enough now (Yeah)
They say they need me to fu*k up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them b*tches that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now
[Post-Chorus]
Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as fu*k, I don't think that I need it right now
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherfu*kin' brothers, whenever it's down, smack down
[Outro]
Rock star
Rock star
Go, go, go