| Can’t even sleep, bitch I’m up, bitch I’m geeked |
| Can’t even sleep, bitch I’m up, bitch I’m geeked |
| When I’m in yo' city please direct me to the freaks |
| When I’m off that Henny, it be gettin' hard to skeet |
| When I’m booted up I transform into a beast |
| Untamed, off the leash, still runnin' with the heat |
| My glizzy, my G always on the side of me |
| I’ma kick the door, I don’t need no fuckin' key |
| Just fucked yo' bitch, she get this dick once a week |
| Trappin', I’m law breakin', car jackin' |
| Should be in the booth rappin' but I’m out snappin' |
| Make it happen, don’t complain, ain’t with that naggin' |
| Got the Beamer, but I really want that Aston |
| When I pull up don’t hesitate, hoes jump they ass in |
| Eat the lap up while I dip and shift through traffic |
| Deep throat, dick disappear, I call it magic |
| Losin' control of the Beamer, I almost crashed it |
| Had to park it to the side, seat in recline |
| Assume the position, get on top, bae start to ride |
| Actin' like you don’t wanna, well that’s a crime |
| To the side, out my ride, walk, you waste time |
| Hit the club duffled up then catch a rise |
| Security outta line, think I’m waitin' in line |
| I’m comin' straight in, fuck a fee, won’t pay a dime |
| Matter fact, I got hundred to bring my .9 |
| Out my body on c-class, this not molly |
| Oh you ain’t in session yet? You got a tardy |
| This shit got me jumpin' off the walls like Jeff Hardy |
| Puttin' on for the city, stackin' up the fetti |
| Project nigga, wrist icey, lilly dilly |
| Need a milly, apply pressure, make em feel me |
| Illuminati, nah that’s God in my body |
| Still keep the shotty and shooter posted 'round me |