Idol

[Intro]

*Lighter flicks and inhale*

(We got London On Da Track)

[Verse 1]

I think my idol is a hater

Fuck him, flush him like a radiator (woo)

Lil' bitch, I'm ballin' like a pacer (ballin')

New condo sittin' on like twenty acres

She covered in white, just like a mansion waiter (and what?)

I load her with cake like she's an Easy Baker (ooh)

Harley Davidson with a stick like Tomb Raider

Packin' this bitch with the wood, ha, paper (woo)

Mitsubishi stuffed with them birdies, nigga (brrr)

You think I'm gay when I go 730, don't get discouraged, nigga (brrr)

You the type of nigga that leave and take the purses, nigga (brrr)

And you should know my behavior's the worstest, nigga (brrr)

[Chorus]

Stop playin' (brrr)

Stop playin' (brrr)

Stop playin' (brrr)

Mmmmmmm, stop playin' (brrr)

Mmmmmmm, stop playin' (brrr)

Ooooh-ahhhh, stop playin' (brrr)

Aahh (brrr)