It’s your turn Chris
Let’s go baby
I said let’s go

Look, I just came to get rid of every nigga
To murder every rapper, watch a nigga come up outta me
I’m stuntin’ hard on these motherfuckers
Flying on the VMAs. Evel Knievel, the nigga proud of me
I’m drinking this shit ’til 5 in the morning
Your girls number 1 pick, call me Mr Lottery
I let a hater nigga die, pow, like it’s suicide
I ain’t giving no more fuckin’ apologies
Stunt so hard, that shit crazy
Ain’t shit free, fuck you pay me
Heron flow from the 80s, my chain on me like we made it
My Kinfolk got 10 hoes, 5 whites, 2 blacks like 3 Asians
My Benzo got damn hoe, nigga take this shit I’m too faded

Go ‘head and bring yo crown over
Ass kisser, brown-noser, fuck yo luck, I smoke clovers
I’m partying with boat owners
Marilyn Monroe hoes all on us
Rookie tryna get ya signing bonus
Nigga look at my chain man, I paint ya face, you a clown homie

Not tryna throw subliminal, my Porsche got force centrifugal
Even if it’s just 10 of ya’ll I put in the old school and you pin up dolls, yikes!
That shit crazy, don’t you play me
You tryna get on this bus, bitch sign this waiver

Hol’ up, hol’ up, gimme that Chardonnay and that Marvin Gaye shit
But hol’ up, my conversation too complicated, this bitch too basic
You ain’t no groupie girl and you know that I won’t say shit
You got skeletons in your closet
I got aliens in my basement