Slide to a crib, beatin' Michael Jackson I know holla niggas wanna put me at my back But no, I can't let it happen Don't get what you feelin' for cause I ain't with the chatter Get up out my way if you a threat to me If I know you hatin' then you dead to me Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah She for everybody, got a half a knee Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I can't fall in love but let her get to me Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Slide to a crib, beatin' like Abuser Had to cut her off cause I ain't wanna use her Tell me if it's up, get off the computer If you wanna play with me, this trap a gonna amuse ya Oh, and me ride a Jim Madula Boom, boom, boom, boom, now them bullets goin' through ya I flex on my ex but I used to be a loser Snakes in my head got me feelin' like Medusa I'm really with the shits and I can hitch up I ain't worry about them niggas, they be talkin' that gibberish Oh, I was gettin' dope and now I'm gettin' rich Oh, I'm a ghetto but my niggas know how to flip a bitch Slide to a crib, beatin' Michael Jackson I know holla niggas wanna put me at my back But no, I can't let it happen Don't get what you feelin' for cause I ain't with the chatter Get up out my way if you a threat to me Woah, woah, woah, woah If I know you hatin' then you dead to me Woah, woah, woah, woah She for everybody, got a half a knee Woah, woah, woah, woah I can run and never let her get to me Woah, woah, woah, woah Baby, I'm a thug, I can't fall in love Don't catch me in that, that's my blur in the club Took her out the hood, got my bag Taught her how to get that money, now she bringin' in that cash Ayy, I can't fuck a bitch if she ain't bout her cheese Woah, woah, woah, woah Cause he ain't fuckin' with me Woah, woah, woah, woah Doin' shows, know I gotta pick up that back end Yo, goin' crazy, slappin' on her back end Chicken in my pockets, fallin' out Body's blowin', they see I'm that nigga now Swervin' in that Lambo, you ain't catchin' I was in that band, though, tryna hit a lick I got big guns like Rambo, nigga, don't get me Pullin' strings like a banjo, the leader of my clique Slide to a crib, beatin' Michael Jackson I know how niggas wanna put me on my back But no, I can't let it happen Can't get what you fiendin' for Cause I ain't with the chat-top Get up out my way if you a thug to me Thug to me Woah, woah, woah, woah If I know you hatin', then you dead to me Dead to me Woah, woah, woah, woah She for everybody, call her Heavenly Heavenly Woah, woah, woah, woah I can't fall in love and let her get to me Get to me Woah, woah, woah, woah