[Intro]
Top
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, let's go (Ballin' like this and I'm ballin' like that, ballin' like this and I'm ballin' like that)
Yeah, let's go (Bugz on the beat, ballin' like this and I'm ballin' like that)
[Chorus]
Yeah, damn, I can pull up, I'm the man, Balmain zipper my pants (Pants)
I can turn your bitch to a fan (Fan), you know bands make her dance (Dance)
Hit it from the back, handstand (Stand)
Put her on a B, that's the plan (Plan)
Chanel beads, sea, that's a clam (Yeah)
I'm on the scene again
I called all my dreams turned into reality, can't dream again
That bitch said, "Fuck me", now that ho on my team again (Okay)
I got so many foreigns, I'm the type nigga that'll leave a Benz (Alright)
I got so many foreigns, I'm the type nigga that'll leave a drop (Lil Uzi)
[Verse 1]
They keep hatin' on me, he the type nigga that don't even want me to see the top
Got V10, got V12 on my engine, it's no way these niggas be leavin' us
Don't believe in nothin', that's the reason these bitches always be believin' us (Oh, yeah)
Your girlfriend told me she like the way that I dress, I told her just to eat it up
If I die, I ain't leavin' nothin', sike, no, give it to Mean, or somethin'
I was sad when my teams was up, fuck your bitch and we teamin' her (Woah)
Every time that we leavin' her, yeah, your girl, yeah, she fiendin' us (Woah)
Hit from the back, I'm creamin' her, on her face, yeah, I semen her (Yeah)
Nigga tried to rob me, we light him up (Bah)
It's gettin' nasty, I've seen enough
They couldn’t identify the body, 'cause he wasn't on the scene enough
I turn Stevie Wonder, not seein' nothin'
I'm takin' drugs, feel that shit 'til I'm numb
I'm countin' blue hunnids right with my thumb
She give me brain all the way 'til she dumb
[Chorus]
Yeah, damn, I can pull up, I'm the man (Man), Balmain zipper my pants (Pants)
I can turn your bitch to a fan (Fan), you know bands make her dance (Let's go)
Hit it from the back, handstand (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Put her on a B, that's the plan (Plan)
Chanel beads, sea, that's a clam (Yeah)
I'm on the scene again (Yeah)
I called all my dreams turned into reality, can't dream again
That bitch said, "Fuck me", now that ho on my team again (Okay)
I got so many foreigns, I'm the type nigga that'll leave a Benz (Skrrt)
I got so many foreigns, I'm the type nigga that'll leave a drop
[Verse 2]
You want some of these bitches? Fuck 'em by the threes a lot (Okay, let's go)
Met her one time, gave me top (Top)
I had to start clutchin' on the Glock (Let's go, let's go)
I got Gucci on my socks (On my sock)
Red dot, look like chicken pox
No thirty, you know that we got sixty shots
Got a mansion, my closet, like house (House)
Know that shit, yeah, it cost me a lot (Shh)
Everyday, yeah, I'm still on my block
Ten-thousand my Nikes, they Marty McFly
I got on skinnies, I can't hide the knot
You come at the family, then you gotta die
And if you a angel, then you gotta fly
And if you a demon, see you, other side
When I ain't had money, she fronted a lot
Now she on my dick and she want it a lot
My niggas in the kitchen whippin' the rock
Your niggas the ones that be testin' the rock
My niggas in my hood, they pull up with Rollies
Jubilee band, I was flexin' with Rock
I told that bitch, "Back up, no, you do not know me"
She said, "Yes, I do, 'cause, Lil Uzi, you hot"
You tough like that lil' boy? Then you gotta show me
[Chorus]
Yeah, damn, I can pull up, I'm the man (Man), Balmain zipper my pants (Let's go, let's go)
I can turn your bitch to a fan (Fan), you know bands make her dance (Let's go)
Hit it from the back, handstand (Let's go)
Put her on a B, that's the plan (Plan)
Chanel beads, sea, that's a clam (Yeah)
I'm on the scene again (Again)
I called all my dreams turned into reality, can't dream again
That bitch said, "Fuck me", now that ho on my team again
I got so many foreigns, I'm the type nigga that'll leave a Benz
I got so many foreigns, I'm the type nigga that'll leave a drop
[Outro]
Alright, alright, alright (That'll leave a drop)
Okay, okay (I'm the type nigga that'll fuck that ho then leave a thot)
Alright, alright, alright
Okay, okay (I'm the type nigga make a bih' go ride when I leave that drop)
Alright, alright, alright
Yeah, slatt, slatt, ayy (I'm the type nigga that'll catch a lil' body and I'll leave that Glock)
