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