[Verse 1: The Game]
Stepped off of that G6
Hit the club on that G sh**
You see the belt, that’s a G b**h
And I’m ’bout to k** Chief Keef sh**
Just k**ed my n***a Meek sh**
Then I k**ed my n***a French sh**
Got a french b**h, no friendship
And she giving my dick a french kiss
A f** n***a that’s that sh** I don’t like
Arm hanging out the window
Of that black Ghost with them chrome pipes
Tell them n***as it’s gon’ be a long night
b**hes wanna chill, we gon’ need some more ice
Shout out to John Wall, man that n***a nice
Club leaning n***a, we gon’ need some more Sprite
Real n***a in these Ray-Bans
f** the judge we don’t take stands
Tape Feds, we don’t shake hands
Put a gap in your mouth, Strahan
Hundred racks in these cargos
Push the button, these cars go
Six cradle that ‘Lago
Six spades, black card ho
Got homies out in Chicago
With that full clip on that bullsh**
Dang n***a, that’s Rozay
Moving packs on ’em in MJs
I got a thick b**h with a thin waist
Got a condo where something slim stay
Got a Rolex Presidente
Got black diamonds, Kunta Kinte
Hot boy like Turk and them
Hot wheels, we swerving them
Next year we getting Deron Williams
Gon’ do Lebron like Dirk and them
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
A f** n***a that’s that sh** I don’t like
They throwin’ bottles, I’m throwin’ models, just cause I gave a b**h long pipe
Doing shows on the soccer field, that’s dome right
I be singing, he be singing so it’s on, sight
But hold up, I ain’t give a n***a no green light
This head up, my bread up, one on one, What you scared bruh?
Huh, matter fact take care bruh, you a p**y n***a
My n***a Tunechi yeah that n***a nice
Shout out to Nicki man that a** tight
Them eyebrows, man them sh**s is yikes!
OVO you overdose, screaming YOLO, no I live twice
(Laughs) sorry