WILL SMITH

[Intro] Will Sm— Uh-oh, uh-oh, shit (Oh, shit) I just spilled my cup, uh-oh, I'm too lit (Too lit; yeah) I just popped a bean, now I can't feel shit (Feel shit; yeah) And you ain't gon' do nothin', my nigga, you too big (Will Smith) [Interlude] Ayy, ayy, ayy, public-service announcement, nigga (What? What?) It's your boy Jasiah and his bitch, Knotty Clique Y'all already know the fuck goin' on (What? What?) We gettin' all this money, nigga, gettin' hella kitty book bags For your baby mama, kids, nigga (Lil' bitch) Fuck we talkin' 'bout, nigga? Ha [Pre-Chorus] Watch your mouth, ho, I know that you not talkin' to me (What's up?) Bitch, my legs must be broke 'cause you not walkin' with me (Fuck) Got a whole lotta money, I don't need no receipts (Yeah) And that nigga talkin' sweet, them nigga P-I-E (What?) [Chorus] Choppa E-I-E (Yeah), make 'em D-I-E (Haha) Bitches eat my meat, we can't kick it, Rock Lee (Yeah) Choppa E-I-E, make 'em D-I-E Bitches eat my meat, we can't kick it, Rock Lee [Verse 1] I just walked in (Yeah) Big Roll in the right, fat ass in the left, ha (Okay) Five-tucked, four-fucked (Haha), nigga, hit his head (Bah) I got bad blood for these nigga, tell the truth (I hate your bitch) Bad blood for these nigga like some sicko's hands (Ayy) Nigga, we don't give a fuck 'bout where you think you gon' be Cock to your head, it's gon' make a nigga holy (Paw-paw) Teamin' with the seven deadly sins like Meliodas Fuck you talkin' 'bout, lil' boy? You know you been on ho shit (Ha) [Bridge] Uh-oh, uh-oh, shit (Oh, shit) I just filled my cup, uh-oh, I'm too lit (Ayy, too lit; yeah) I just popped a bean, now I can't feel shit (Feel shit) She told me slap the ass one time, I'm Will Smith (Will Smith; come on) Uh-oh, uh-oh, shit (Oh, shit) I just filled my cup, uh-oh, I'm too lit (Too lit; yeah) I just popped a bean, now I can't feel shit (Feel shit; ha) And you ain't gon' do nothin', my nigga, you too bitch (Too bitch; yeah) [Verse 2] We be gettin' money, think that's why they mad at us It's the Knotty Clique, dread head, mad hatter (Facts) Said she like to float, so I made her ass fatter (Yeah) Pussy pieces with that bitch, but I already had her Ayy, come to where I stay (Stay) You know I got bridges, Stacey, Molly on the way (Way; on the way) Keep a bad bunny and she goin' both ways (Both ways) Side I wouldn't hit, but bitch, I always find a way (Yeah) Yeah, always find a way [Pre-Chorus] Watch your mouth, ho, I know that you not talkin' to me (Shh; yo) Bitch, my legs must be broke 'cause you not walkin' with me (What's up?) Got a whole lotta money, I don't need no receipts (Ayy, ayy) And that nigga talkin' sweet, them nigga P-I-E (Uh-oh) [Chorus] Choppa E-I-E (Yeah), make 'em D-I-E (Yeah) Bitches eat my meat, we can't kick it, Rock Lee Choppa E-I-E, make 'em D-I-E Bitches eat my meat, we can't kick it, Rock Lee [Outro] Oh, shit (Huh?), oh, shit (Ha) Too lit, fuck shit Will Smith