[Intro]
Let's go Mario
Yeah, yeah, yeah
N***as piped up in this bitch right now (What?)
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
And it's too many opps in this party
Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?)
Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up
Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup
Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up
Why the long face? Make a bitch n***a lift up
Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups
Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked

[Post-Chorus]
Big frames on me (What?)
Big Range Rover (What?)
My shit, own it (Skrrt)
He's a poser (Yeah, yeah)
Please hit me up when it's over (What?)
Fake ass cloner
That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier
Shе know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober
Woke up to thе smoke 'cause I hate being sober (Pussy)
[Refrain]
Blue devil shit, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets
Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it
No bitch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics
Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti
You slide through my crib, but this shit looking garbage
Young n***as too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin'
Come to Milwaukee, them n***as still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang)

[Verse 1]
Big ass chop put a hole through his dome
I'm on ching ching chong with this lil ass blunt
Finesse the pack, put the whole team on
Finessed the dope where the bitch can't go
I ain't tryna talk to a minute-maid ho
Got Balenciaga shoes, Alexander Wang clothes
Give her twenty backshots, I'll finesse your ho (Pussy)
I'm a hip-hopper rapper, my C hot
Energy turbo, my tool 'bout to spit fire
And your shit, know you big liar
Said you got gas, but this don't get me high, yeah
And I'm Michael, call me Myers
Got 32's on that bitch, that's some big tires
Skrrt through your block, leaving marks on the street fiber
Internet gangsters, I never could be cyber
Came in this bitch with a MAC-10
I ain't tryna talk, where the fuck is the backend? (What?)
Run your pockets, n***as finna cash in
Make him hee-hee in this bitch, Michael Jackson (Yeah)
Glock with a beam, get packed in
Cutter to my left, this Milwaulkee assassin
And my ex be callin', callin', see me ballin', ballin', hit decline and get to laughin'
Hit my dougie, get to rapping
This the fuckin' second season
They know DC finna spaz, neck, wrist, ears froze, n***as still freezing
They keep asking if I dropped, I ain't finna drop, bitch, I'm finna blow
You can run up if you want, you ain't finna run, bitch, you finna float
Stepping on the gas, foe'nem off the Act', you can get yo' ass blowed
Walkin' in the pad, who that in the back? ØUTLAW got him by the throat
Think I give a fuck 'bout these n***as? He's just another n***a in my scope
Lil' bitch, I can't go
Really big bankroll
Ain't you the same n***a that was ducking the jakes, tried to tell a young n***a to slide?
It was King Daij when you had the burner, now n***as in hell 'cause them n***as outside
Nah, n***as be scared to swerve now, but you still got the chance, oh, that lil n***a fried
If y'all don't stop fuckin' with that lil n***a and come pick on somebody your size, damn
N***a, stay on your side, damn, n***as letting out fye, damn
Moncler on the coat, ridin' through New York, demon on the side
Wait, hold up bro, graah-ba-ba-ba, n***as get poked
N***as be geeked, but hold on, bro, don't trip, I'm still standing ten toes
With my big bitch, told him mind yo' business
Teezo in the back, that n***a whippin' up that fitness
In my big Ricks, check my fit bitch
Take your hoe to the back 'cause I really don't care and you ain't gonna do shit bitch
Gang
[Refrain]
Blue devil shit, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets
Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it
No bitch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics
Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti
You slide through my crib, but this shit looking garbage
Young n***as too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin'
Come to Milwaukee, them n***as still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang)

[Pre-Chorus]
Big frames on me (What?)
Big Range Rover (What?)
My shit, own it (Skrrt)
He's a poser (Yeah, yeah)
Please hit me up when it's over (What?)
Fake ass cloner
That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier
She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober (Gang)

[Chorus]
And it's too many opps in this party
Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?)
Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up
Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup
Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up
Why the long face? Make a bitch n***a lift up
Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups
Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked
[Pre-Chorus]
Big frames on me (What?)
Big Range Rover (What?)
My shit, own it (Skrrt)
He's a poser (Yeah, yeah)
Please hit me up when it's over (What?)
Fake ass cloner
That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier
She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober (Gang)
Woke up to the smoke because I hate being sober

[Open Verse]