OW!

Whoo!
Whoo
C2

Turn me up
Turn me up
Turn me up
Phone
Phone

3peat
Phone
3peat
3peat
3peat
3peat
3peat

Double S
Double S
Let's go!

Yeah Nuez, these motherfuckers, where my shades at?
(Where my shades at dawg?)
This for all you hating ass bitches
That thought it was over
It will never stop
You bitch!

Aye
I might make her suck it on the camera
All I'm missing is a scandal
I remix it like it's Karo
I bet Ashley want me back now
It's the Dream Team boy we pass them
Slap you, remove your face tattoos
I walk in that talking did it
I flew in the rubber feathers

Moonwalk
My thriller renown
No snitch might single them out
Got head on the couch (I do)
I'm allergic to bitch
I just blew my nose in her blouse
They tell you it's round (Whoo!)
That bitch had you around
My ad-libs is out in her mouth
These pussy niggas make me so sick
I got to drink a whole pint of Coke with it
With the birds goes though (though)
Bitch it ain't a rooftop (No!)
Brad Pitt at the shows (I do)
Best lookin' nigga in the mall (I do!)
She DM'ed me like I gave a fuck
But she tweedle dee and tweedle dum
Know its Double S butt-fucking inglorious
The roid nigga no flock

Byrd call
Byrd call
Nigga, Bird call
Byrd call
Byrd call
Nigga, Byrd call
Phone on
From the side, turn the phone on
Can't stop, won't stop
Nigga, Byrd call

Bitch needa' chill with the texting that calling
You play to much
Got BBS sent me them BM's
She hopped I'm my DM's
I know that lil' lady loves
No touching no touching
No kids though you must be sick
Cause we do not do babies here
Yeah fuck nigga
You must be mental or Hansel