(Let's go, Mario)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to fuck up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out (Yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now (Brr, yeah)

Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down (Yeah)
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as fuck (Yeah, yeah) , I don't think that I need it right now (Okay)
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down (Yeah)
But I still go OD for my motherfuckin' brothers, whenever it's down, smack down (Yeah)

Saturday night, I'm goin' raw as a motherfuckin' hoe (Yeah)
I just Chris Pauled on my motherfuckin' ball (Yeah, yeah)
She a redbone, I'm a dog, I suppose (Yeah, brr)
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot, my young niggas with me, they saying it's goals
I done bossed all of them up (Skrrt) , they ain't ask me for shit (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt) , that's just gang so you know how it goes (Yeah)
And I'm up in this bitch, I been counting my paper (Yeah)
That Vivienne Westwood, Supreme, alligator (What? Yeah)
I'm not a home wrecker, I'm fucked, see you later
My bitch pussy wetter, please get it together (Yeah)
That GG all over my motherfucking sweater (Okay)
I pip regardless, I don't move with the weather (Okay, okay, okay)
That GG Allin rock the stage, I would never
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your bitch love Donny, she just made me her header (Skrrt-skrrt)
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever (Yeah)
This shit not Vlone, it's a cross on my sweater
That's ØUTLAW Rickies, I just mix 'em together (Yeah)
Check my sound, this shit a number one seller (Yeah)
Bitch, you know I know she just want all my cheddar (Yeah, yeah)
That's why I'm sleeping with a brand new Beretta (Yeah)
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher (Brr)
Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure (Huh, woah, yeah)
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better (Woo)
Boy, your ass not a man, we gon' make him three letters (Yeah)
Stack up my loot, bitch, I love all my treasure (Yeah)
She a fan of my shit, we gon' fuck if I let her (Yes sir)
Smash on the gas, it's a whole 'nother level (Yes sir)
Free my dawgs out the motherfucking box, I ain't letting up (Yes sir)

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war and I think that I've seen enough now (Bop, bow)
They say they need me to fuck up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out (Let's go)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
See, I told them bitches, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma spend my last before the world get over me (go)
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it's so hard to breathe (Let's go)
Now the VVs talking, please don't talk to me (Go)
I been traveling three months and keep falling on me (Go, go)
See I been tryna stack with my niggas
Roll up and get high and back back with my niggas
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these niggas
See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these niggas
Drunk out, I can't even go down with these niggas
Still the one that be shooting, there's no cap on a nigga
Strapped up in this bitch, Mad Max on these niggas
You can't fuck with my bitch, so relax on me nigga
Hop out a Jag, who is that little nigga?
Bitch, it's me little Daij with them racks on me nigga (Lets go)
Bitch, we up two hella casualties, nigga
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just running his mouth he's a real good debater
We still good on this side, we ain't fucking with traitors
Gang, gang, gang

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I've seen enough now (Yeah)
They say they need me to fuck up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now
See, I told them bitches that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I'm anti as fuck, I don't think that I need it right now
There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherfuckin' brothers, whenever it's down, smack down

Rock star
Rock star
Go, go, go