Look, go get ya baby boy no I ain’t Tyrese
Turn to a ghost if he thinking he tommy
I got a bad b*tch brown like foxy
I’m in the studio they tried to line me
Chop in the fanny so that’s right beside me
I told the shooters to go stand behind me
I hope they try me
She my Beyoncé, Dej Loaf tell ’em to try me
Last ni**a play with us he got a I.V
I’m only aiming for heads like A I.D
She want a 30 I gave her a OXY
I like ’em s*utty so I need it sloppy
Can’t trust that b*tch if she start moving oppy
Ice on my neck with the stick like it’s hockey
That ni**a pussy he move like a fassy
I’m gaining weight but this 40 still ocky
Go get ya baby boy no I ain’t Tyrese
Turn to a ghost if he thinking he tommy
Last ni**a play with us he got a I.V
I’m only aiming for heads like A I.D
Look, I move in silence I ain’t with the talking
Broke ni**as make me nauseous
She want my love she can’t afford it
My heart cold stone cole Steve Austin
Hop in the ring yea they came for the crown
I’m in the spot then the tan is around
She wanna fu*k I call her bluff
She actin up but her panties is down
I can’t love no treesha
22 huncho sneakers
Track back kick like FIFA
Rappers be cappin’ I ain’t no believer
fu*k out my face I ain’t doing no features
She acting crazy can’t tweak with the tweakers
I’m on the court my knocks in the bleachers
Clip to his head like he getting a Cesar
Go get ya baby boy no I ain’t Tyrese
Turn to a ghost if he thinking he tommy
Last ni**a play with us he got a I.V
I’m only aiming for heads like A I.D