Big woo
You know the vibes
You know how we comin'
Straight gang shit
You know how we comin'
No cap

You keep pushin' all of my buttons
Dawg, you gon' make me go and panic
I don't really trust no one
Ran out of room in the closet so I put the bodies in the attic
You gon' make me go and panic
You gon' make me call somebody up
And they only talk with automatics
All the things that you want me and all my dawgs already have it
Pay checks over pay checks with the AP's and the Pateks
Someone's always strapped up on this side never catch me lackin'
Pull up to the scene, do a whole sweep, whole block lookin' graphic
I don't really trust nobody, trust 'em like that
If they ever touch us then we knuck 'em right back
I don't know nobody that I fuck with like that
I don't really fuck with like that
Sammy told me people close to me are like that
Santo told me family gon' stab me in my back
I don't really trust anybody like that
I don't really fuck with like that

She just wants nuggets and fries from McDonalds
I get her vintage Dolce and Gabanna
She just want to be as big as Madonna
Book a flight fuck her in the Bahamas
She get it all from her mama
She want to rock with a rockstar
Told her she can call me Nirvana
She want to fuck up some commas
Shorty said that she got couple goals
Let her tell me in the back of the Rolls
Told her call me slat slat with her nose
Told her let me slap that with the
Told her let me clap that with the pipe
And she ride ride ride like a bike
And she drip drip drip on my ice
And she drip on my drip like
Shorty said that she want all of me
Said she loves what I do on beats
Love it when she look at me on her knees
When she want it then I make her say please
Whippin' 'round in the low 2 seat
Then I get her something from Louis V.
I just hit up little bro Uzi
Then I go when he says Gucci

You gon' make me go and panic
You gon' make me call up Stackin
You gon' make me call up Bangout
You know he gon' bangout with the automatic
You keep pushin' all of my buttons
Dawg, you gon' make me go and panic
I don't really trust no one
Ran out of room in the closet so I put the bodies in the attic
You gon' make me go and panic
You gon' make me call somebody up
And they only talk with automatics
All the things that you want me and all my dawgs already have it
Pay checks over pay checks with the AP's and the Pateks
Someone's always strapped up on this side never catch me lackin'
Pull up to the scene, do a whole sweep, whole block lookin' graphic
Sammy told me people close to me are like that
Santo told me family gon' stab me in my back
I don't really trust anybody like that
I don't really fuck with like that