[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, uh-uh, uh (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, yeah (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, uh (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, yeah (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, uh (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, yeah (Clayco, cook it up)
Uh-uh, uh

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's pitch black, yeah
Like the darkside of the moon
We havin' straps, yeah
N***as walk with multiple tools
Bitch, this the waterpark, yes
Like a tidal wave or a monsoon
Bitch, yes I drip, just like a typhoon
You know that the Top Floor Boss a tycoon
I woke up this morning and bought some new fragrance
I like to smell good when I'm gettin' geeked up
My bitch just put on that lil bitty dress
She lookin' so good, I might feel on her butt
These n***as, they know we not the ones to test
They try that shit, them lil' n***as might just funk
We havin' them chopsticks and them lil' pumps
Yes, I'm pourin' up drank, bitch I don't get drunk
Rockstar shit, bitch, I drip like a punk
But I'm not a punk, try this shit, then it's up
No, I don't fuck with these n***as, they suck
And no, I don't fuck with that bitch, she just suck
I was down bad, made some hits and they stuck
Bitch, I step on these lil' n***as, just like some bugs
Me and my bitch stuck together like buds
Me and my bros stuck together like buds
Bitch, me and my bros stick together like buds
I told you once, lil' bitch, I'm just having fun
Ain't no more lackin', go cop you a gun
Bitch, I'm outside and it's hot like the sun
Bitch, I don't do no cappin', you know I'm the one
I make shit happen, the father, the son
These n***as wanna be just like me, they my son
These n***as think they just like me, they ain't nothin'
[Verse]
These n***as ain't shit and they really buzz
Bought some brand new jeans, just to hold my funds
I might drown in this lean, n***a, it ain't nothin'
I rap for a hundred million, then I'm done
Italian fiend, thinkin' bout Milan
Yeah, Rick Owen shades, bitch, I ain't see nothin'
I was just done with your bae, yeah, and she gave it up
She ain't wanna get paid, I ain't give her money
Uh, bitch I'm in L.A. and it's really sunny
Bitch, I gotta get paid, I really love this money (yeah)
Cheques, they comin' in
Get a cheque, spend it on Cullinans
N***a, facts, I'm going in
Get a bag, then go work the other end
Hit the folks with the back door
Cause them n***as wasn't tryna let me in
Hit them hoes, tell 'em pull up
If it ain't bad, then I'm gonna let 'em in
Like a bitch, who just got her heart broke
Bitch, I know not to never trust a man
In the spot, bitch, I'm rockin' out
Listenin' to HIM, might tat' a heartagram
I'm gettin' money, bitch
I can't lie, I can lose a couple bands
I'm gettin' money, bitch
Yes, I cannot lie, I can lose a couple friends
Yeah, fuck em' though
Bitch, I'm in the spot and I'm just smokin' dope
Bitch, I'm thinkin' 'bout guap and I'm all alone
Bitch, I'm in the dark with my headphones on
Uh, yeah, I'm out of space, bitch, I'm out the ozone
Bad bitch, gave me face, yeah, uh, with no clothes on
I'm a fly young n***a, put clothes on
If you ain't playin Lone, n***a, that's the wrong song
With this bad ass ho and she sing along
And she just pulled up with no panties on (I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's pitch black, yeah
Like the darkside of the moon
We havin' straps, yeah
N***as walk with multiple tools
Bitch, this the waterpark, yes
Like a tidal wave or a monsoon
Bitch, yes I drip, just like a typhoon
You know that the Top Floor Boss a tycoon
I woke up this morning and bought some new fragrance
I like to smell good when I'm gettin' geeked up
My bitch just put on that lil bitty dress
She lookin' so good, I might feel on her butt
These n***as, they know we not the ones to test
They try that shit, them lil' n***as might just funk
We havin' them chopsticks and them lil' pumps
Yes, I'm pourin' up drank, bitch I don't get drunk
Rockstar shit, bitch, I drip like a pump
But I'm not a punk, try this shit, then it's up
No, I don't fuck with these n***as, they suck
And no, I don't fuck with that bitch, she just suck
I was down bad, made some hits and they stuck
Bitch, I step on these lil' n***as, just like some bugs
Me and my bitch stuck together like buds
Me and my bros stuck together like buds
Bitch, me and my bros stick together like buds
I told you once, lil' bitch, I'm just having fun
Ain't no more lackin', go cop you a gun
Bitch, I'm outside and it's hot like the sun
Bitch, I don't do no cappin', you know I'm the one
I make shit happen, the father, the son
These n***as wanna be just like me, they my son
These n***as think they just like me, they ain't nothin'
[Outro]
(I'm in this bitch with Clayco)