Yeah Yeah Yeah Cooling kits, fans, automatics, I know weapons Won't use them on your man's hands test them Yeah What the fuck is up What the fuck is up Got green it ain't no thing Celtics Celery I'm on to better things Living a life filled with lizards What the fuck boi I meant to say luxury Lacking on the time I'm unique nigga Yeah I remember when you niggas used to copy my sneaks I remembered when no body had it cool like me Winters weather coats bitch I'm prepared to fucking freeze Got pressure I'm pushing, pushing, pushing like pepa and salt Dumb nigga you thought I was Gunna say P Jumping in any convo bout who the fucking best is Restless, in Chicago Neyo fuck my lady then put in on the radio Fuck about a love song? Love Sosa but this shit is hard so keep the beat on Fuck with soda had to cut back cuz my diet's wrong Super soaker siting in my lap I love when she moan Still son friendly, steal your bike send his ass home Get you big brother, I may go and get a bigger drum I'm Rockstar boi I haven't met another one Dumb and dumber, ion learn lesson, but I live for them Dying breed, Polo G, pop out at the function Dmv eats' hate for breakfast niggas lunch in Cereal eater yeah bitch I'm captain crunching Loving on a momma young thug I feel special Beat it down, golden star cuz she call me her pumpkin