Uh, it could get hectic (Woah)
Bitch (Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha)
Uh, gang
It could get hectic (Get hectic, yeah)
You can't read a real nigga, you dyslexic
Ooh, it could get hectic (Get hectic, yeah)
Shoot his house up, send his ass a message
Ya dig? It could get hectic, uh (Hectic)
Can't read me, you dyslexic, oof (Bitch you dyslexic, yeah)
It could get hectic (Uh, yeah)
Shoot him in his face, send his ass a message, yeah
Yeah, huh, rockstar from the trenches
They can't keep up (Yeah, rock on, yeah)
Hit makin' money, makin' motherfucker (Bitch! What else? What else?)
That still send this shit up (Bitch! Bitch! Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Uh, huh, uh, No Limit is the gang, best believe
Don't get shit fucked up (Uh)
We'll fuck you up (Uh)
Your bitch'll suck us up (Uh)
Mayweather with this left-right, Pacquiao with the uppercut
Huh, uh, I go cray-cray (Cray-cray)
For the slimes that's listenin', I go bray-bray (I go bray-bray)
Your lil' bitch tell you she straight, but she go gay, gay
At least off the Molly, she go all the way, way (All the way, way)
Woah, huh, what the fuck you say, say? (What you say, say?)
I can't hear you, I'm too busy gettin' paid, paid (Gettin' paid, paid)
I can't hear you, I'm too busy gettin' laid, laid, uh (Gettin' laid)
By your main thing (Yeah), that bitch got some good brain (Yeah)
Huh, ya dig?
Hop in the Spyder, I drive, like it got eight legs (Like eight, skrrt)
That lil' bitch suck on my dick like she got eight heads
Ride it like a motorcycle, scooter, and a moped (Skrrt)
Her bestfriend came through, guess what?
I got me some more head (Uh)
It could get hectic (Get, yeah)
You can't read a real nigga, you dyslexic
Ooh, it could get hectic (Get hectic)
Shoot his house up, send his ass a message
Ya dig? It could get hectic, uh (Hectic)
Can't read me, you dyslexic, oof (Bitch you dyslexic, yeah)
It could get hectic (Uh, yeah)
Shoot him in his face, send his ass a message, yeah
I'm the type to fuck your bitch then leave, yeah
I'm the type to mission at complete, uh
I'm the type to skeet it then delete, uh
I'm the type to expose the make-believes, uh
I'm the truth, uh, these niggas lie, lie, lie
Run up on me then I shoot, you gon' die, die, die
I got some head in my coupe, yeah, it's right, right, right
I got some head in my coupe, yeah, yeah, it's right, right, right, uh
She fucked on me first date, said, I'm not like other guys, uh
I broke her heart then fucked her friend, left her traumatized, uh
I get this cash, I count it up, I cannot lie, uh-uh
You fuck with me? I treat you back, get crucified, yeah, uh
You can't catch me, shoot with both hands, righty and the lefty
Bad bitch on my testis, fuck nigga you cannot test me
Run up, got my Smith & Wessi
[?] my bestie, uh
Codeine in my cup, cup, uh
Red or Purple, pour it up, mix it up
I ain't never give no fuck, what?
These niggas sad 'cause I've been bossed up
Uh, got to my bag early, that's a different story
I just took your girly, yeah, surely
She gon' come to my hotel and suck my dick,
That's mandatory, yeah, yeah, uh
Try me if you want, it get ugly
It could get hectic (Get hectic, yeah)
You can't read a real nigga, you dyslexic
Ooh, it could get hectic (Get hectic)
Shoot his house up, send his ass a message
Ya dig? It could get hectic, uh (Hectic)
Can't read me, you dyslexic, oof (Bitch you dyslexic, yeah)
It could get hectic (Uh, yeah)
Shoot him in his face, send his ass a message, yeah