[Intro]
One more time
Huh? Ayy, Zay, Zay know like
Check out my Duffy Bop, bitch, ya heard me?
(Dubba-AA flex)
I’m on it right now, what you on, Foolio?
Ayy, I’ma fuck all night off a rhino, bitch, what it is?
What you think 'bout me?
(This is the sound)
Yeah, Diddy

[Verse]
I’ma outkast, steady goin' up, these n***as through
I’m recordin' by myself, my n***as right there in the booth
Can’t do this shit myself, I used to run to her, but now she through
These drugs calm a n***a down, but I’m like “What the fuck I do”
Okay, let’s rock out, hundred shots I shoot like “Lah-grah”
[?] over here, everybody dead, I let it off in the crowd (Believe that)
Like what you said? I’m never scared, I’m ready for the lay down
These bitches really for the flock, these n***as can’t come around
I’m off that Molly and that Xan, I’m out my top, what you on?
I’m out the top of the sedan, I’m tryna get my shoot on (Huh?)
And I be rollin' like a can, I up this bitch, now you gone
If you bump him, you not a fan, so what the fuck is you on?
'Cause I’m on, I’m on cloud nine, I’m with my slimes, yeah
I’m with them n***as who be crankin' every time, yeah
I leave 'em slump, I buss his dome, he out of mind, yeah
He cold blooded, that my n***a, that’s my slime, yeah
Hold on, six shots, not by his lonely, thirty in the other one
Bitch, you know we slump yo' homie, now I want the other one
Nene, that’s that [?] bitch, I call that hoe “Thunderbird”
He must be dumb, he must be gone, 'cause he can’t fuck with us
And I don’t know no n***a, what you, official?
Hold on, I don’t know no n***a, he not a killa, yeah
My n***as be with it, yeah, they quick to zip 'em
Hold on, I’m off my [?], I’m out my top
That bitch is [?] (Huh?)
I catch 'em, I stretch 'em, I’m never gon' settle
Put money on top and my n***as gon' get 'em
That money gon' flop on the top of the head
Gon' up it, I spit it, you know I’ma get 'em (Grah)
He ain’t got no bodies but claim he a killa
I ain’t do shit, I don’t know that n***a
I ain’t fuck her, she was for my n***as
She was only lookin' [?] for her [?]
Where yo' money at bitch, where yo' gunnas at? A hundred shots
I don’t know that bitch, she say she know me, I got hella thots
Bitch, I only know I got three babies and one in that fire
Drugs got a n***a feelin' like he standin' up in trial
Hold up, pull up like “Bitch, what up?” (What up?)
Bitch, you ain’t gon' smoke nun
These n***as know we low down
Hold on, shoot that boy a shoe up (Bang)
They claimin' that they know somethin'
I’m turnt up like lil Joe, bitch, don’t make a n***a fold somethin'
Bitch, what up? Huh?
And I don’t want you for a girl, I just want you to fuck me
And I don’t want you for your love, I just want you to touch me, bitch
You can how long you want, I just want you to suck me
Like the way you bend, we could be friends just like Teletubbies
[Outro]
I’ma outkast, steady goin' up, these n***as through
I can’t do this shit myself, I used to run to her, but now she through
'Cause I’m on, I’m on cloud nine, I’m with my slimes, yeah
I’m with them n***as who be crankin' every time, yeah
I leave 'em slump, I buss his dome, he out of mind, yeah
He cold blooded, that my n***a, that’s my slime, yeah
Hold on, six shots, not by his lonely, thirty in the other one
Huh? Bitch, what you on slime…
…Bitch as n***a, what you on
(This is the sound)