[Hook]
Shawty go nuts she go crazy
I got these b**hes wet cause I’m wavy
They wanna go half on a baby
I can’t f** with you b**h you fugaze
I will drip on a b**h like I’m raining
I got guns like I’m up in the navy
Keep 1 on me like Tracy McGrady
Dirty dancin’ b**h I’m Patrick Swayze
[Verse 1]
Ak-47 spit, yo whip doing flips
Lots of bananas in my hammers, I got fruity clips
Wet em up and leave em soaked, I got too much drip
It can’t fit down your b**h throat, I got too much dick
Slide on ice like a sled with em
Bout to ball on these hoes like I cut off my dreads n***a
I will crack like an egg n***a
Bad yellow chick let her ride me like pegs n***a
f** with me end up dead n***a
Put a cap to yo chest like you sayin the pledge n***a
Or wake up with this tray in your face with no time to say grace
This that breakfast in bed n***a
They say I was a menace like Dennis is
Came a long way from trappin and hittin licks
Makin moves so my family can benefit
Even the paralyzed say that they feelin this
No Bruce Jenner fool n***a you been a b**h
And your girl treat my dick like it’s licorice
First she blow me and then I slide in b**h I been in that game like my name Sega Genesis
If you start with a gangster I’ll finish it
Put an end to sh** then I’ll act innocent
I come through with the Glocks to put you in a box
I’m not UPS but I be sending sh**
If I fly through your crib then I’m giving your whole family boxes like I was Saint Nicholas
Up this ratchet it savage like Randy I keep that b**h with me like her name Elizabeth
[Hook]
Shawty go nuts she go crazy
I got these b**hes wet cause I’m wavy
They wanna go half on a baby
I can’t f** with you b**h you fugaze
I will drip on a b**h like I’m raining
I got guns like I’m up in the navy
Keep 1 on me like Tracy McGrady
Dirty dancin’ b**h I’m Patrick Swayze
[Verse 2]
n***as act where the osca
Gangsta imposta
Better stop lyin Mufasa
He don’t know how I creep and I pop up
Or how I think I’m a three headed monsta
All my guns they got kick ain’t no soccer
All my bullets gon sing like the opera
I come through with this choppa
When it go Bracca
It turn your brains into pasta
My broski just sold me a fresh Glock
Green light on that b**h like an xbox
I pull up and hop out no rest stop
And then I throw bullets like Prescott
I keep a bandana like xPac
Bandanas and guns like I’m Rambo
I never run out of ammo
I got more soul than a dance floor
No b**h I cannot be your man though
You know I stay lit like a candle
20 bands up in my pants ho
I got my dough up like a lambo
From the slaughterhouse boy I will slaughter you
Bangers and b**hes on me when I’m walking through
You get wet like Poseidon when I come through
Slide and your d**h will be so mythological
I got bodies so watch who you talking to
Those who play will get changed like an audible
I put all of you up in an article
Then go sauce on your b**h honey barbecue
So shawty go nuts she went crazy
She was cleaning my pipe tryna drain me
Money changing but I’m still the same me
When them f** n***as die boy they blame me
[Hook]
Shawty go nuts she go crazy
I got these b**hes wet cause I’m wavy
They wanna go half on a baby
I can’t f** with you b**h you fugaze
I will drip on a b**h like I’m raining
I got guns like I’m up in the navy
Keep 1 on me like Tracy McGrady
Dirty dancin’ b**h I’m Patrick Swayze