[Intro]
Ay Hollo, run that hoe back
Yeah
Von
Yeah
Von
Hollo
Ay Hollo
Yeah
Uh
Von

[Chorus]
AR 15, Vince Carter (Yeah)
Shot you, well, beg my pardon (Boom, boom)
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Yeah)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (What?)
Grew up with a mother, no father (No father)
Dropped out, couldn't go no farther (No farther)
Put her out, she ain't talkin' bout fuckin'
E-way, rush hour, Chris Tucker (Chris Tucker)
AR 15, Vince Carter (Vince Carter)
Shot you, well, beg my pardon (Boom, boom)
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Gon' follow)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (Your father)
Grew up with a mother, no father (No father)
Droppеd out, couldn't go no farther (No farther)
Put her out, shе ain't talkin' bout fuckin' (What?)
E-way, rush hour, Chris Tucker (Chris Tucker, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
I did more hits than the Beatles, my heart be cold as a freezer (Cold as a freezer, yeah)
This MAC got three, four bodies on it
In the hood I got stripes like a zebra (Stripes like a zebra)
Cocaine be whiter than Jesus
He'll run to buy your ass anything (Yeah, yeah)
This gun I got on me a kill you, this bitch got a .30 shot magazine
I send this bitch to the moon, I tote the mop, get wet, get swept like a broom (Gang, gang)
I do this shit for Patoon
They laughed and joked about that, and now he on the news
I can teach you how to move, the walk and talk and shit, bitch think that I'm cute
Thousand dollars for some shoes, Amiris, Givenchy, my pockets be stuffed with them blues

[Chorus]
AR 15, Vince Carter (Yeah)
Shot you, well, beg my pardon (Boom, boom)
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Yeah)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (What?)
Grew up with a mother, no father (No father)
Dropped out, couldn't go no farther (No farther)
Put her out, she ain't talkin' bout fuckin' (Bitch)
E-way, rush hour, Chris Tucker (Chris Tucker)
AR 15, Vince Carter (Vince Carter)
Shot you, well, beg my pardon (Boom, boom)
Tweet me, them bullets gon' follow (Gon' follow)
All black, Darth Vader, your father (Your father)
Grew up with a mother, no father (No father)
Dropped out, couldn't go no farther (No farther)
Put her out, she ain't talkin' bout fuckin' (What?)
E-way, rush hour, Chris Tucker (Chris Tucker, yeah, yeah)