[Verse 1: The Game]
Stepped off of that G6
Hit the club on that G sh**
You see the belt, that's a G b**h
And I'm 'bout to k** Chief Keef sh**
Just k**ed my n***a Meek sh**
Then I k**ed my n***a French sh**
Got a French b**h, no friendship
And she givin' my dick a French kiss
A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
Arm hangin' out the window
Of that black Ghost with them chrome pipes
Tell them n***as it's gon' be a long night
b**hes wanna chill, we gon' need some more ice
Shout out to John Wall, man, that n***a nice
Club leanin', n***a, we gon' need some more Sprite
Real n***a in these Ray-Bans
f** the judge, we don't take stands
Tape Feds, we don't shake hands
Put a gap in your mouth, Strahan
Hundred racks in these cargos
Push the bu*ton, these cars go
Six cradle that 'Lago
Six spades, black card hoe
Got homies out in Chicago
With that full clip on that bullsh**
Dang n***a, that's Rozay
Movin' packs on 'em in MJs
I got a thick b**h with a thin waist
Got a condo where somethin' slim stay
Got a Rolex Presidente
Got black diamonds, Kunta Kinte
Hot boy like Turk and them
Hot wheels, we swervin' them
Next year we gettin' Deron Williams
Gon' do LeBron like Dirk and them
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
A f** n***a that's that sh** I don't like
They throwin' bottles, I'm throwin' models, just 'cause I gave a b**h long pipe
Doin' shows on the soccer field, that's dome right
I be singin', he be singin' so it's on, sight
But hold up, I ain't give a n***a no green light
This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared bruh?
Huh, matter fact take care, bruh, you a p**y n***a
My n***a Tunechi, yeah, that n***a nice
Shout out to Nicki, man, that a** tight
Them eyebrows, man, them sh**s is yikes
OVO you overdose, screamin' YOLO, no I live twice
(Laughs) sorry