[Verse 1: London Skyy]
Ok now real n***as gon' stay up
Fake n***as gon' stay down
Punk n***as gon' pay up
Your girl she gon' lay down
I'm ridin' round, I'm getting it
What the hell did you say clown?
I'm ridin' round in that first cla**
She ridin' round in that grey hound
Fake n***as don't know
It's f** that intersection
Cause you n***as cuffin' them hoes
Them hoes cuffin' detectives
And my presidential is go
I just won the elections
Got your girl down on her knees
Like she finna pop me the question
New girl with a different bu*t
New drank with a different cup
Cîroc with that ice drank
I told your girl, don't mix it up
I drop her off, won't pick her up
Ask girl she think enough
Ass alone like ten pounds
Work out when I left it up
That's the flyest n***as in your city
Plus you n***as rocking two chains just to see some titties boy
But that's not the way that we do thangs
We yellin' true like we 2 Chainz
We kickin' a** like we Liu Kang
[Hook: London Skyy]
We some fly n***as, fly n***as finna pop off
Your n***as be cuffin', someone called the cop off
My car and your girlfriend, they both got their top off
And if a n***a hatin', tell his chick that she should hop off
[Verse 2: Oktane]
I say
Your girl, that's where you find me on
It's mister get on songs and snap like it ain't no beat on
Best believe if you saw her, then I probably know her
It's that time of the month she use her hair, knees and shoulders
Boy I'm too sick for TV, I be spittin' I be sneezin'
Bet your boy asthmatic when I spit it out I be wheezin'
Man I swear this here is too easy I suggest you take your time
You thinking 'bout your next move and I'm already makin' mine
Ok I swear my life is a movie and I do not need a script
I just get on here and I rip
Give me that kick, snare and I flip
She got clothes on and get striped off
She's a jump, Kriss Kross
Beef with me and it's gon' play like
That n***a that beef with Rick Ross
Boy I came from nothing and turned that to your girl
Doin' anything from discussion like dome-dome and go home
She leave with a concussion and you probably give her a kiss
No more talkin' cla** dismissed
I'm that SH and that's it
[Hook: London Skyy]
We some fly n***as, fly n***as finna pop off
Your n***as be cuffin', someone called the cop off
My car and your girlfriend, they both got their top off
And if a n***a hatin', tell his chick that she should hop off
We some fly n***as, fly n***as finna pop off
Your n***as be cuffin', someone called the cop off
My car and your girlfriend, they both got their top off
And if a n***a hatin', tell his chick that she should hop off