[Intro]
Aye, turn me up a lil bit my n***a
Turn me up a lil bit my n***a!
Alright man keep it how it is sense n***as can’t hear and shit



[Verse 1: Bri$tacks]

They like that’s bri they know she better
You lil n***as wearing rock jeans
We rocking Gucci sweaters
And mar$upreme he got the strap
Fuck wit me, he a pop yo ass
Blow yo cap back (Aye, yea)

My boy Kari blow for fun
Rob me? Boy you dumb
No old man Jenkins you a bum! (Aye, yea)
I know that I sounded kinda dumb
But I’m back no more fun
Juan a pistol slap your mom (Aye, yea)

That boy zaire? He the god
Do what’s he say or he gone rob
Don’t leave yo car in the garage (Aye, yea)
Zay bitches bad no Minaj
Hit you wit a K? You gone slide
Bitch his life? Can’t sabotage (Aye)
Arnez a let that boi ring
Beyoncé it can sing
11 shots bitch no Yao Ming (Aye, yea)
Fuck what you’re saying bitch quit talking
Give me the word and I’m walking
But when Will pull up?
It ain’t no talking (Aye, yea)

Kota gotta lotta money
He a shoot you but he funny
Don’t call my mans no snow bunny! (Aye, yea)

[Bridge: Bri$tacks]

I know you fucking wit it
And when you see me ain’t no ducking wit it! (Aye, yea)
Yo bitch a nothing n***a
Bitch stank
But she rocking Tommy Hilfiger (Aye, yea)
That don’t sound right!
Tell that bitch to get her mind right (Aye)
My brothers shoot you when that time right!
Rollies don’t tick, call it Miley cause it glide right!

Aye yea aye yea aye yea aye... yea yea yea!