Ayy

One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that's my mans
Boy, he'll beat a nigga ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance

You be talking big, ain't down for the ride
Feeling like the Mafia when we go mob
I be with some killers, I be really outside
Shoot him out the driver's seat and let him ghost-ride
Sing to the women, I'm fat Maxwell
Man wanna see me in a big black cell
He was in the life like Johnny Manziel
'Til they hit him up like Blu Cantrell
Niggas send hate from their bitch house, huh
I'm in Hollywood in the penthouse, huh
Baby girl mad that I won't fuck her
I don't give dick on a discount, damn
Funny how I'm eating more than I ever ate, but you check a nigga plate and I slimmed down, uh
If you owe me money, better skip town, look
Niggas getting frisked extra down, huh
Facts

One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that's my mans
Boy, he'll beat a nigga ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance (Facts)

Dirty Ls
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail
On my tail
Dirty Ls
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers— (Look)

Ayy, we in a breeze
Lonestar boy like Vietnamese
Beat a nigga ass like a young Mike Tyson
You a Roy Jones Jr., nigga, weak in the knees
Put some bass in your voice when you speaking to me
I ain't tripping 'less somebody give me reason to be
You ain't tough like you talk and I'm very certain
You a Tweeting nigga, you a scary Persian
With the inside scoop, but never in person
Ring-side head-ass, Larry Merchant
You a Howard Cosell, walking folk tale
Halfway gangster, shit look wholesale, huh
Wishing on the star it go well, huh
'Til somebody like us had enough of it
Sock a nigga in the neck for the fuck of it
Beat a nigga nickname off, what's his government?

One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that's my mans
Boy, he'll beat a nigga ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance (Facts)

Dirty Ls
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail
On my tail
Dirty Ls
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail
Whip that bitch like I feel rollers—