(YoungE, this is fire)
Uh, uh, uh
I'm with some hoes right now that'll have you rockin'
They'll come right to you
And I'm with some hoes like man, these rappers federal
Right now, she lickin' me off of the bed, man

Okay, five cars later, I'm her baby, nigga (with twenty chains danglin', five cars tainted and she– mm, uh, uh)
Twenty chains later, I'm her baby, nigga
If I fuck her, she go crazy, she say: Baby, I wan' have your fuckin' baby: Man, this crazy, nigga
Be protective 'bout his bitch 'cause I just hit his ho, that's cute, what the fuck is you gon' do?
I'm pissed off all these bars 'cause I done fucked up all my juice, oh, well
But fuck it, tell the truth
Niggas won't see me fall, that's just some shit that I can't do
I got O with me in the booth, I'm fried, deuce shootin' out the roof
On 6-O, if I tell Murda blow it right now, he fuck her off view
If I put one next to a three, then yeah, your pop went just like poof
Why you look like that? You spooked, hmm, fuck it
Nigga called my big bro 2, you know if Quay pull up, you through
Nigga, facts (ah, ah)

I thought that I had opps, but I must not
Be rollin' all through the city without no Glocks, still ain't got shot, what the fuck?
I could eyeball an eight ball without no clock
Ayy, D, tell 'em how I rock (re-rock), how I rock (re-rock), how I rock, nigga, yeah
Cool hundred thousand for my birthday, I might fuck off on a watch
Nigga, what the fuck you bought? (What the fuck you bought?)
Nothin'? Yeah, fifty at least? (Damn, damn)
That's what the fuck I thought, mm, but I fell off? (Mm)
Sometimes you don't get back what you invested
It's not a loss, it's a lesson, but it cost, nigga, yeah
It's a lesson, but it cost, mm-hmm, it's a lesson, but it–
In the 'Yami, I'm with Shotoff with some hoes who like molly
If you crush it right up, sniff it off her body
We at Booby Trap at 9:00 AM with pistols in our pockets (yeah)
In the parking lot, we waitin' on one of these fuck niggas to try it
Dressed him up fly, that nigga died
Your brother stuck in jail, you can't make his bail, what the hell?
Pull up, big ol' yacht, bigger than a whale, fish scale
308 is good, give that boy a bag, that shit smell
Bitch, I don't need to rap, I can sell clientele to clientele

Okay, five cars later, I'm her baby, nigga (with twenty chains danglin', five cars tainted and she– mm, uh, uh)
Twenty chains later, I'm her baby, nigga
If I fuck her, she go crazy, she say: Baby, I wan' have your fuckin' baby, man, this crazy, nigga
Be protective 'bout his bitch 'cause I just hit his ho, that's cute, what the fuck is you gon' do?
I'm pissed off all these bars 'cause I done fucked up all my juice, oh, well
But fuck it, tell the truth
Niggas won't see me fall, that's just some shit that I can't do
I got O with me in the booth, I'm fried, deuce shootin' out the roof
On 6-O, if I tell Murda blow it right now, he fuck her off view
If I put one next to a three, then yeah, your pop went just like poof
Why you look like that? You spooked, hmm, fuck it
Nigga called my big bro 2, you know if Quay pull up, you through
Nigga, facts (ah, ah)