Oh, Lord, baby, she got a flip phone Damn, baby, I've been smokin' And chokin' and it's so potent, baby We high, baby And you got the suit Gucci by my man Ferg, baby You a giant, baby You steppin' on these niggas' necks Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off, baby And then put your right foot on the top of their neck, baby And choke them even harder Yeah, Ferg Racks on racks on racks Dapper than all on my back Double G all on my cap Monogram on the Maybach Testin' that pussy like pap Eatin' that bitch from the back Mambo rap all on that cat Lil Pump G makin' it clack I'm bout to write Yemi a letter Tell him I'm doin' way better Plain Jane the song of the year I'm busy just chasin' the letters I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards I did a campaign with the fellas Adidas done gave me another deal And Hennessy, too, they got cheddar Shoot videos in the PJs Then I go hop on the PJ They sendin' me all these free clothes Momma just put it on eBay I run this shit like a relay Niggas gon' have to press replay Yemi say hi to my daddy for me He gon' answer Jay for TJ You the umbrella Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci God, nigga, I'ma call you Chrissy Yabba Gucci, baby Cause you just all over the fuckin' world with this shit, baby Niggas cannot touch you Trench coat mob, it's a go-go catch You don't wanna see your pretty scene get drastic Fuckin' with the lords, no photo packets Niggas bring it close to the screen like a fat bitch Even though my name is Denzel, no acting Pop, pop, puttin' everything inside a casket Track that, everything is gonna be a classic Rap that, put that bitch inside a propylactic I'm rappin', got no heart, I'm double-tappin' From a CD built on coke and pistol packin' See you flackin' and they backin' what you lackin' Take you out and then they act like nothin' happened Amnesia, get ready to heat up Back in the hood while they blowin' on refuel I follow the light when you follow the lead, sir Now a nigga overseas while they checkin' my visa, look Yo, baby, what kinda flip phone you got? Is that a NexTel, baby? Nuh-uh, chirp, baby This nigga got a Boost, baby What the fuck, nigga, you gotta step it up You need to get you a trap phone, nigga Nigga can't even track us, baby Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk Yeah, ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even tying up the punks Huh, imagine when I tie them up Yeah, I shake them, they gon' need a crutch Yeah, and I ain't talkin' groupie bitches When I say they got they panties in a bunch I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin' not They ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six Seven or better, tryna get a house Gotta get my bread up, tryna stay on pace You gon' have to step up, cruisin' in a race Shift and make it get up, pull up to the place Fucked up when we met up, yeah, I'm gettin' buzzed But I never let up, I ain't seen a doctor But I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up I'm playin' chess, you suck on checkers That's why your gang can never check us They check your chain, and now you necklace Check up, check up, check up, check up I gotta check on my watch I'm losin' track of time Cause I don't hear a tick on no top I don't hear a tick on no top