Lyrics
Told her to give me head for a wedding ring
Shawty gone throw it back like fire flames
Slide through with the top low, gold chain
I'm a real smart guy with a dope brain
I'm 23, make me a true king
If she not a classy woman pass her to the team
Cuz my niggas with it, we all gone hit it
If the homies can't have none y'all trippen
If the homies can't have none y'all trippen
I'm the Mack in the back lemme get them digits
If you leave your girl alone nigga I'm spitting
If she really with the business then I'm hitting
Ima pass her to the bro then we flipping
She gone catch all these loads then I'm dipping
Yo nigga mad yeah yo nigga trippen
He found you in the back filled with my children
Ima Westcoast nigga born in Long Beach
Stayed in Inglewood moved to the I.E
My nigga Zay still carrying Long Beach
My brother still serving in the navy
Yeah I'm still acting crazy
Yeah shawty still wanna have my baby
Going in raw like a nigga lazy
Yah yah yah yah yah
I'm cold with the Breeze but I'm about to gas it up
I'm bipolar in the heat I got her acting up
Turnt in the function I got her backing up
Pulled up with the roof gone like owee
Told my nigga 5hunnid to grab the toolie
Because when we pull up we acting bougie
I'm finna go dumb like a foolie
Yah yah yah yah yah
Turn up aye