Get ready, gone, gone, gone
Uh, yeah, ah
Tunnel vision down to your heart, uh
Made me feel like I split apart, like
I was that atom that they split the, (Eve)
Lemme just spit here
Lemme tell you sumn' bout the wrist here
Lemme tell you how the diamonds align so perfectly
Align like the stars
Neckalace, I got bars, fuck this bitch, I got cars
Which one you wanna drive lil' baby, uh
Riding Mercedes, Bentley
Mothafucka can't hand me a handout
I'm dancin' wit my arms out
Broke yo legs bitch I was too fancy
Dripped down, flambunctious, uh
Ima get rambunctious, uh
Ram into this bitch like a truck then I'm
Outta this bitch, tunnel vision to this shit
Mothafuckas wanna talk on my name then talk it up
Lil' shawty up in the back of the truck
Tunnel vision I straight straight to you (Who you tryna talk to)
I straight straight to you, uh, I straighten out yo life
I tell you what to do and you do it you be my wife