Shhhh
... die
Choppa this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon' chop up ya (Shh)
I'm in the Cullinan, pullin' that bitch off the lot, I'm muhfuckin' tellin' ya
Couldn't decide with the Benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (What? What? What? What? What?)
I was just swervin' the lanes in the muhfuckin' Benz, I never could tell ya (Shh, D-DKanee)
I ain't even fuck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (Yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty Ms, bitch, I'm nowhere near you (Uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer space bitch, yeah, I’m nowhere near you (Hold on, hold on)
Yeah, ...
