Lyrics
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Step off in the city, I'm that nigga, *****, what's happenin'
You know your ***** been around the city, why you taxin'?
Yellow diamonds on me, I be eatin' like I'm Pac-Man
All black whip up in my driveway, know I'm Batman
Put it in they face, I got 'em watchin' just like Hulu
Take your *****, I turn her up and down, she loose screw
That shit that drive 'em crazy, put it in her, she go coo-coo
I get up and that body take control, I got no voodoo
If he ain't got no iPhone, show that ***** on the
She want me and my man's, it ain't no pressure, it's a true-true
I'm ridin' 'round in Atlanta for some bih that look like new-new
I get to speak in french, 'bout that money I got
Pull up, black truck, [?] strеtch like a Limousine
[?] I'm rockin' [?] with a new Suprеme
12 bowls, serve 'em 'bout a dozen this ain't Krispy Kreme
12 holes, now the stick dirty, but he did it clean
[Verse 3: Fredo Bang]
12 Os, I can't drink no liquor, I be sippin' lean
Coat on her, now the hoe ain't mine, this ***** for the team
5, 6 pockets on my body these Amiri jeans
Only time I turn a freak up, it's when I give a beans
Grab her legs, I hit it real hard like I'm butter bee
Dope D, turn a good girl to another fiend
2-11, if he move wrong, I'ma make him bleed
G5, tryna jack some, where is Billie Jean?
[Verse 4: Trapland Pat]
These niggas wannabe's, if anything you pulled the beef foreal
Cash out double digits, if you with it, go
City flyin' Benz trucks, 24 I hit the mil
Niggas cool 'bout these hoes, chill, pop a pill
Duh-duh-duh
G5, tryna jack some, where is Billie Jean?
Step off in the city, I'm that nigga, *****, what's happenin'
You know your ***** been around the city, why you taxin'?
Yellow diamonds on me, I be eatin' like I'm Pac-Man
All black whip up in my driveway, know I'm Batman
Put it in they face, I got 'em watchin' just like Hulu
Take your *****, I turn her up and down, she loose screw
That shit that drive 'em crazy, put it in her, she go coo-coo
I get up and that body take control, I got no voodoo
If he ain't got no iPhone, show that ***** on the
She want me and my man's, it ain't no pressure, it's a true-true
I'm ridin' 'round in Atlanta for some bih that look like new-new
I get to speak in french, 'bout that money I got
Pull up, black truck, [?] strеtch like a Limousine
[?] I'm rockin' [?] with a new Suprеme
12 bowls, serve 'em 'bout a dozen this ain't Krispy Kreme
12 holes, now the stick dirty, but he did it clean
[Verse 3: Fredo Bang]
12 Os, I can't drink no liquor, I be sippin' lean
Coat on her, now the hoe ain't mine, this ***** for the team
5, 6 pockets on my body these Amiri jeans
Only time I turn a freak up, it's when I give a beans
Grab her legs, I hit it real hard like I'm butter bee
Dope D, turn a good girl to another fiend
2-11, if he move wrong, I'ma make him bleed
G5, tryna jack some, where is Billie Jean?
[Verse 4: Trapland Pat]
These niggas wannabe's, if anything you pulled the beef foreal
Cash out double digits, if you with it, go
City flyin' Benz trucks, 24 I hit the mil
Niggas cool 'bout these hoes, chill, pop a pill
Duh-duh-duh
G5, tryna jack some, where is Billie Jean?
