Lyrics
I done hop up out the Beamer now she love my swag
I can't worry bout no bih I'm getting to the bag
I'm the chosen one baby I ain't playing tag
I got shordy on her knees I can't even flag
Imma hop out
Imma pop out
Imma knock out
Imma rock out
Imma hop out
Imma pop out
Imma knock out
Imma rock out
We about them bucks nigga finna buck out
Time is money nigga we ain't finna clock out
Talking out her ass like shordy bring yo butt out
Ion need no key imma kick my foot out
Running with the 30 bands running with the 30 clip
She twerking with no fucking hands I can't even hit and dip
Golds cost like 4 grand lockjaw I can't even sip
Got it out the sand nigga so you know I never trip
Different flows, different clothes, different hoes
Doing shows, catch the glo, fuck and go
Hit and go, get my flow, get some dough
Hit the pole, 30 on me Norris Cole,
In da O, got no fro, staying low, hit my foh
Young nigga out the O bitch I'm legendary
I can't fall in love baby what's February?
Shitting in da booth so much it ain't necessary
Run up in yo crib like the fucking tooth fairy
I done hop up out the Beamer now she love my swag
I can't worry bout no bih I'm getting to the bag
I'm the chosen one baby I ain't playing tag
I got shordy on her knees I can't even flag
Imma hop out
Imma pop out
Imma knock out
Imma rock out
Imma hop out
Imma pop out
Imma knock out
Imma rock out
If you taking back shots imma blow yo back out
If I blow yo back out is you gone back out?
If you gimme brain shordy is you gone blackout?
If I put it in ya shordy is you gone tap out?
Get what you want shordy I can pay the fee
I can change yo life shordy who you wanna be?
I can't fake the funk nigga I can't drink no tea
Young nigga taking charge den I caught the plea
Running with the 30 clip we gone light it up
Like July 4th nigga we gone spark it up
If we hit the lick I know they gone lock us up
Once we get locked up nigga don't talk it up
Told shordy bounce that ass to this fucking beat
In the booth now I still can't forget the street
Young nigga tryna give the world to his mother
I can't love you baby girl I'm too gudda
I done hop up out the Beamer now she love my swag
I can't worry bout no bih I'm getting to the bag
I'm the chosen one baby I ain't playing tag
I got shordy on her knees I can't even flag
Imma hop out
Imma pop out
Imma knock out
Imma rock out
Imma hop out
Imma pop out
Imma knock out
Imma rock out