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[Intro]

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[Verse]

When I'm drunk, nigga, can't see my shades, too dark

And I'm stuntin' and them haters hatin' way too hard

They try to cut me out but my fade too sharp

See me, I get it in, you stay, blue balls

Bustin' shots in the crowd, watch 'em move like U-Haul

How you feel when that blammer pointed right at you, dawg?

When you climbin' to the top, niggas wish that you fall

'Cause I call the shots, I'm a cue ball

Huh, look, stanky ass demeanor

Better watch your girlfriend, ask me have I seen her

Took us to the bathroom, made her sign a prenup

Yeah, we did the nasty, then I made her clean up

Huh, wild, dawg

And she wanted me to tame her like a wild hog

You said you want it rough, take that smile off

Girl, you tellin' lies, it's a mile long

Ha, yeah, gon' and clap your hands

And I just bought this whole bar up, you better dance

This nigga sick, this beat my medicine

It's only makin' me get better, fuck that better than

Yup, yeah, them other guys

Not talkin' 'bout my food, but them slugs will fly

Hors d'oeuvres, I'm a nerd, it's televised

See me flippin' them birds to jealous guys

Haha, look, got about a hundred snapbacks in my Cadillac

There's so much green, racks on racks, I need cataracts

And your girl, when I get her, you can't have her back

So you be stuck with that pussy face like maxi-pads

Ugh, let me cough it up

I'm like cocaine 'cause everything I spit dope as fuck

Move artists, why you mad? Need to open up

I shoot targets and they wounds never close up

Ha, what my favorite word? Hol' up

She bringin' all the girls, 'bout four of 'em

And then they call more girls, 'bout four dozen

And no niggas, just me and my four cousins

Yeah, and they pull up, gon' have a barbeque

Yeah, let me tweet it out, let me call a few

Baby, I bought the stripper pole just for you

And I was hopin' that these hundreds would just stick to you

Ha, D&D on it

I'm the shit on this track, guess they peed on it

Better respect, nigga, we on it

Call 'em rejects, but we don't be lonely

Yeah, all I need is some liquor and a lighter

Chest burnin' like "Agh," shout out my nigga Tyga

And if I'm talkin' loud, you know that shit is fire

And if we need some more shit, I'll put it on my rider