Yeah yeah yeah yo this the type of shit you could really feel man
Get up out yo seat man wave around yo heat man
Back from the 90's like it never left
Make it better yet on a better set
People to the left blast it till you're deaf
People to the right make this shit your best night
I see girls all around me party's getting rowdy
Smoke from which a toke is getting cloudy
And all these g's will fuck with me but don't know a damn thing bout me
Ok look I got the crooks locked in books
But the snitches gone by the time I hit this shit, look
We only got one chance to make it right
Gotta take this chance and homie Imma take it right
Dancing Dancing till my feet give out
Blasting beats up out the speaker till the shit gives out
See this is how I'm living now, killin like a villain now
Yeah, bitches see me on the prowl
Laying low I'm slaying though maybe trynna bust a nut
Looking for a baddie with a bust ta fuck
But y'all don't really hear me though
Not a single hoe is near me yo
But there's some on top of me
Feeling like I won the lottery
Building up my game withing my brain this shit's like pottery
Sick of monotony I'm stacking chips like a monopoly
And betting all odds in my favor homie do ya taste the flavor
Balling like a laker but I've never been a player
Suicidal on arrival but I made the bitch a rival
Soon as I gave them a reason to live they opened up their lip
Talking all that slick shit, they keep more drama than chick flicks
While I'm just chillin feeling this feeling the feeling's so right when I'm next to thick chicks
The type that's lick lips and have slick hips I keep by me like hip sticks
Wooden strap with a boomin clap
You know how we do this rap
Fuck all the spiritual lyrical miracles who spit habitual ridicule
Homie this is real shit not some fake like biblical rituals