Uh Wow wow wow wow Wow, hey Two Percs in, three Percs in Either way i go, i'm finna but put the work in I flew into LAX, Bibby pulled up in the Benz Three weeks later, we in New York, rockin' Gucci setting trends I won't wear contacts, but i love Versace lens Choppa cook a nigga grill, like who let Hibachi in? She ask me if i wanna fuck, i told her "well it all depends" Do you love for my money, do you love for my sins? Niggas love my style 'til the point the copy it We ready for combat Ain't no Mortal Kombat Nigga talking out his neck Somebody come and get their man's How you patin' outside When you can't even get in? I just counted twenty bands, time to blow it in the wind Drugs got me in trance, Lors's knows i'm a sin Did it all on my own, so it's still fuck a friend, i don't owe nobody shit, don't call me, bitch call it quits Baby do you worse My last girl had me so drugged out It was a bitch out blurred Baby you're not her It's a long way to hell I ain't really trynna leave this earth Treat my dick just like your pride, ho', you batter swallow it Yeah i got a couple side hoes They love to swallow it I need me a fly bitch, flyer than a pilot is If you ain't talkin' money, then the conversation over with Too bag, so sad, bitch just get over it Too bag, so sad, bitch just get over it Two Percs in, three Percs in Either way i go, i'm finna but put the work in I flew into LAX, Bibby pulled up in the Benz Three weeks later, we in New York, rockin' Gucci setting trends I won't wear contacts, but i love Versace lens Choppa cook a nigga grill, like who let Hibachi in? She ask me if i wanna fuck, i told her "well it all depends" Do you love for my money, do you love for my sins? It's to Félix André there in Angola My special fan