(Let's go, Mario)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out (yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now (brr, yeah)
Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego
I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as f*ck
I don't think that I need it right now
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother
And still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf*ckin' brothers
Whenever it's down, smack down (yeah)
Saturday night, I'm goin' raw as a motherf*ckin' ho
I just Chris Pauled on my motherf*ckin' ball
She a redbone, I'm a dog I suppose
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot
My young niggas with me, they saying it's goals
I done bossed all of them up, they ain't ask me for shit
That's just gang so you know how it goes (yeah, yeah)
And I'm up in this bitch, I been counting my paper
That Vivienne Westwood Supreme alligator
I'm not a home wrecker, I'm f*cked, see you later
My bitch pussy wetter, please get it together
That GG all over my motherf*cking sweater
I pip regardless, I don't move with the weather
That GG Allen rock the stage I would never
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your bitch love Donny, she just made me her header
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever
This shit not VLone, it's a cross on my sweater
That's OUTLAW Rickies, I just mix 'em together
Check my sound, this shit a number one seller
Bitch, you know I know she just want all my cheddar
That's why I'm sleeping with a brand new Beretta
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher
Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better
Boy, your ass not a man, we gon' make him three letters
Stack up my loot, bitch, I love all my treasure
She a fan of my shit, we gon' f*ck if I let her
Smash on the gas, it's a whole 'nother level
Free my dawgs out the motherf*cking box, I ain't letting up
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out (let's go)
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now
Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up
I'ma spend my last before the world get over me
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it's so hard to breathe
Now the VVVs talking, please don't talk to me
Don't even try but these bucks keep falling on me
See I been tryna stack with my niggas
Roll up and get high and back-back with my niggas
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these niggas
See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these niggas
Strung out, I can't even go down with these niggas
If you would let me too, let's go cap on a nigga
Strapped up in this bitch, Mad Max on these niggas
You can't f*ck with my bitch, so relax on me nigga
Hop out a Jag', who is that little nigga?
Bitch, it's me little Daij with them racks on me nigga (lets go)
Bitch we up too hella casualties, nigga
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just running his mouth he's a real good debater
I'm still getting my Zs, don't lose sleep over haters
We still good on this side, we ain't f*cking with traitors
Gang, gang, gang
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now
Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego
I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as f*ck
I don't think that I need it right now
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother
And still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf*ckin' brothers
Whenever it's down, smack down
Rock star
Rock star
Go, go, go
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(Let's go, Mario)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out (yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now (brr, yeah)
Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego
I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as f*ck
I don't think that I need it right now
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother
And still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf*ckin' brothers
Whenever it's down, smack down (yeah)
Saturday night, I'm goin' raw as a motherf*ckin' ho
I just Chris Pauled on my motherf*ckin' ball
She a redbone, I'm a dog I suppose
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot
My young niggas with me, they saying it's goals
I done bossed all of them up, they ain't ask me for shit
That's just gang so you know how it goes (yeah, yeah)
And I'm up in this bitch, I been counting my paper
That Vivienne Westwood Supreme alligator
I'm not a home wrecker, I'm f*cked, see you later
My bitch pussy wetter, please get it together
That GG all over my motherf*cking sweater
I pip regardless, I don't move with the weather
That GG Allen rock the stage I would never
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your bitch love Donny, she just made me her header
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever
This shit not VLone, it's a cross on my sweater
That's OUTLAW Rickies, I just mix 'em together
Check my sound, this shit a number one seller
Bitch, you know I know she just want all my cheddar
That's why I'm sleeping with a brand new Beretta
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher
Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better
Boy, your ass not a man, we gon' make him three letters
Stack up my loot, bitch, I love all my treasure
She a fan of my shit, we gon' f*ck if I let her
Smash on the gas, it's a whole 'nother level
Free my dawgs out the motherf*cking box, I ain't letting up
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out (let's go)
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now
Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up
I'ma spend my last before the world get over me
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it's so hard to breathe
Now the VVVs talking, please don't talk to me
Don't even try but these bucks keep falling on me
See I been tryna stack with my niggas
Roll up and get high and back-back with my niggas
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these niggas
See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these niggas
Strung out, I can't even go down with these niggas
If you would let me too, let's go cap on a nigga
Strapped up in this bitch, Mad Max on these niggas
You can't f*ck with my bitch, so relax on me nigga
Hop out a Jag', who is that little nigga?
Bitch, it's me little Daij with them racks on me nigga (lets go)
Bitch we up too hella casualties, nigga
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just running his mouth he's a real good debater
I'm still getting my Zs, don't lose sleep over haters
We still good on this side, we ain't f*cking with traitors
Gang, gang, gang
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now
Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego
I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as f*ck
I don't think that I need it right now
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother
And still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf*ckin' brothers
Whenever it's down, smack down
Rock star
Rock star
Go, go, go
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out (yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now (brr, yeah)
Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego
I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as f*ck
I don't think that I need it right now
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother
And still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf*ckin' brothers
Whenever it's down, smack down (yeah)
Saturday night, I'm goin' raw as a motherf*ckin' ho
I just Chris Pauled on my motherf*ckin' ball
She a redbone, I'm a dog I suppose
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot
My young niggas with me, they saying it's goals
I done bossed all of them up, they ain't ask me for shit
That's just gang so you know how it goes (yeah, yeah)
And I'm up in this bitch, I been counting my paper
That Vivienne Westwood Supreme alligator
I'm not a home wrecker, I'm f*cked, see you later
My bitch pussy wetter, please get it together
That GG all over my motherf*cking sweater
I pip regardless, I don't move with the weather
That GG Allen rock the stage I would never
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your bitch love Donny, she just made me her header
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever
This shit not VLone, it's a cross on my sweater
That's OUTLAW Rickies, I just mix 'em together
Check my sound, this shit a number one seller
Bitch, you know I know she just want all my cheddar
That's why I'm sleeping with a brand new Beretta
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher
Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better
Boy, your ass not a man, we gon' make him three letters
Stack up my loot, bitch, I love all my treasure
She a fan of my shit, we gon' f*ck if I let her
Smash on the gas, it's a whole 'nother level
Free my dawgs out the motherf*cking box, I ain't letting up
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out (let's go)
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now
Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up
I'ma spend my last before the world get over me
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it's so hard to breathe
Now the VVVs talking, please don't talk to me
Don't even try but these bucks keep falling on me
See I been tryna stack with my niggas
Roll up and get high and back-back with my niggas
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these niggas
See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these niggas
Strung out, I can't even go down with these niggas
If you would let me too, let's go cap on a nigga
Strapped up in this bitch, Mad Max on these niggas
You can't f*ck with my bitch, so relax on me nigga
Hop out a Jag', who is that little nigga?
Bitch, it's me little Daij with them racks on me nigga (lets go)
Bitch we up too hella casualties, nigga
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just running his mouth he's a real good debater
I'm still getting my Zs, don't lose sleep over haters
We still good on this side, we ain't f*cking with traitors
Gang, gang, gang
Like what now?
I be outside with my ice spillin' water
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to f*ck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago
Can only fit two, so not now
Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego
I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as f*ck
I don't think that I need it right now
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother
And still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf*ckin' brothers
Whenever it's down, smack down
Rock star
Rock star
Go, go, go
Writer: Daijon Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC