I want that pussy in the ring I'ma make your lil' mama feel it Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it We make love, and it hot, it all out, it's killin' I don't want nobody, your love, I wanna build it Hit that bitch up from the ground, number one tryna have me down Y'all, you know that this dick ain't no clown, you know that dick make you make sounds I fuck that bitch good, I don't tease her, nigga, that's why she not leavin' And you know that I smoke on that Kushner Kalifa, and I do it for my people Yeah, I do it every minute, girl, it's like I'm lovin' every single girl, bitch Ooh, you know I'ma smoke the whole world, bitch Puttin' on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail, bitch, let's go You know who you with, lil' baby, stop playin', darlin', you know who you with Man, I'm so for real, I caught you a coupe, baby, I'ma show for real Man, I'm so for real, these niggas be talkin' with buses, so for real I'm so geeked up on your lovin', I don't need no mileage, so for real Well, how I caught those niggas dressin'? Pussy way, I don't wear vests Yeah, I ain't no true, so don't ask me Yeah, I shoot up, and then they plastic Yeah, I only call her momma, baby, when she say daddy Man, what, if that's your man, you better hold him down Yeah, I'm used to it, oh She held my lil' back, she was with it And she was poppin' way before me Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the homie I swear to God, she ain't what I'm feelin' When I do wrong, babe, make me feel it I only get it when I feel it, yeah Make me feel it, make me feel it, make me feel it, make me feel it Ooh, I won't feel it, I won't feel it, I won't feel it, I won't feel it Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings Comin' back, I'ma peel it All eye down, all milk Boy, it's you, truly I'm dappin', I'm dappin', I hop in your car and I smash it, I smash it I'm buyin' go-rollers, yeah, I'm Trinidadian They look like they don't wanna put, but they askin' I put one on purple, that purple, yeah, askin' Man, I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash Let's clash, let's clash, ayy Boy, ready, I'ma unsteady I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Bali I want that fuck, ain't no tough, and that's it I want that cat like a libra Let's go to Germany, no shivers She don't need no hand, I'ma help her Cheap bird to keep her, so I kill her Watch me tell her That's your man, you better hold him down Now you see, oh She held my little pack, she was with it And she was popular way before me Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the homie I swear to God, she wanna feel it When I do wrong, babe, make me feel it I only get it when I feel it, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I swear to God, she wanna feel it When I do wrong, babe, make me feel it I only get it when I feel it Yeah, yeah