Pour it up, Pour it up, Pour it up
Fill it up
Baby girl gon' give it up
Niggas can't handle us
Bitches can't handle us
We live like [?]
I'mma pull up in [?], New York
But I'm leaving notorious
Hey, hey [?] bury us
You better walk little boy there ain't no scaring us
I'm living life like an angel while smoking on angel dust
We stuntin' ain't no playin' us
Drop top, make it rain on us
(don't try it, don't try it)
I'm fuckin' [?] it
And she don't wanna bang with us
(woo, woo)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
I'mma drive that bitch like a bald eagle
Baby don't say shit to me in public because you are a cheater
Even when I'm in the library studying, I'm smoking loud reefer
It ain't nothing but I caught 3 fever
(gas, gas)
That I got mofuckas, That I got mofuckas
(swish, skrrrt)
Pull off in drive a brand new loft on em'
Whole 7 and a blunt make em cough on em
Real [?] make em look [?]
When I say keep that then that's sauce homie
I'mma win I hope you can take a lost on ya
I'mma pull up like a [?] on 4 homie
Take em way out the street, take em way out the street, ayyy
We ride 5 in a car you know you can't be beat, ayyy
Ain't no mouse, but I'm chasing sheep, ayyy
I'mma walk into McDonalds get a cup of ice and something to eat
Ridin' for a while
Writer(s): Robyn R. Fenty, Theron Makiel Thomas, Timothy Jamahli Thomas, Michael Len Williams, Justin A. Garner
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