作曲 : Craig Blalock So it's either top or I'm out of here Pop a Perc' and I black out **** it, I'm blowing her back out WWE if she ****ing with me Put the bitch on SmackDown, gang, gang, gang, gang And this not a trap house I'm in a condo, you know I'm up now I don't know how to use a computer But trust me, bitch, I bring the MAC out, gang, gang, gang, gang I'm with an e-girl, this not an e-date I pop these pills, fall asleep for like three days Up all night on a mother****ing school day Cheese on my head like I'm playin' for Green Bay I fell asleep on September first Wake me up at the end of the month, no Green Day Turn that blick sideways, let it rip like a ****ing Beyblade I just got back from Paris, watch my money go up off a ****ing exchange rate I don't claim gang, but I got two dicks on me every goddamn day, ayy, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang That's seven days a week, you bitch niggas weak And I'm 'bout to feast, bitch give me brain like a geek Freeze, police Bitch, I ain't stopping for shit You gon' have to shoot me, on God I got an Uzi, extended the clip Now that shit is tall, Lil Uzi Choke the shit out a bitch, look at her neck Those are not hickeys, they bruises Look at my bag, it's Louis I get more neck than a mother****ing crewneck, on God My numbers went up, how he do that? I'm on your block making noise like a jazz band, ba-na-na-na-na (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Paint my nails and bitch-smack the piss out a bitch He thought I was soft, why? Whip Megatron This bitch suck my dick when she heard what it cost, on God Blicky and Becky at prom She shake her ass on my mother****ing Glock Um, pause, I got the sauce Stand on my money