[Intro]
IMixNation for real
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Chorus: PG RA]
Hol' up wait!
Bitch I'm tuned on Spiffy
Your ho know I'm drippin'
She fuck with my pimpin'
Too much sauce I'm spillin'
She got that water slippin'
Everything I'm on she with it
We ain't even gotta talk
Let's get it
Hol' up wait!
Bitch I'm tuned on Spiffy
Your ho know I'm drippin'
She fuck with my pimpin'
Too much sauce I'm spillin'
She got that water slippin'
Everything I'm on she with it
We ain't even gotta talk
Let's get it

[Verse 1: PG RA]
Wait hol' up
Bitch I'm too damn fly
I know I'm too damn high
Like roll wanna say can't tell no lie
Flex hard I ain't gotta try
The bum ass n***as just killed my vibe
Your broke boys in disguise
I ain't even know why y'all waste your time
I really be on my shit
That why your flip really on my dick
Her n***a ain't curved like this
Her nig' can't stunt like this
You mad at me or you just heated 'bout that life I live?
No you ain't like that shit
Better sit round hatin' and just bite my dick
But I'm keep droppin' these hits
'Cause my main bitch love when i pop my shit
They pocket watch my clique
Tryna' figure out where we be
That ain't nah - fucked you
Rather play round on your phone to hit
I'm on the road to riches
I'm missin' home again
And when I'm gone don't hit my phone
None of that jokin' shit
Actin' like my closest friend
I know it's all pretend
When I was down ain't none of y'all n***as ever told me shit
Y'all try to hold the jit
Now most of y'all wanna be bros
[?] boy
[Chorus: PG RA]
Hol' up wait!
Bitch I'm tuned on Spiffy
Your ho know I'm drippin'
She fuck with my pimpin'
Too much sauce I'm spillin'
She got that water slippin'
Everything I'm on she with it
We ain't even gotta talk
Let's get it
Hol' up wait!
Bitch I'm tuned on Spiffy
Your ho know I'm drippin'
She fuck with my pimpin'
Too much sauce I'm spillin'
She got that water slippin'
Everything I'm on she with it
We ain't even gotta talk
Let's get it

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
(Oh) hol' up wait!
Lil' bitch I'm too damn high
Think that I caught her eye
She say I'm her type of guy
Won't talk I let it fly
That stick on me like PG Ra
Hate I see it in his eyes
He probably wan' see me die
Hol' up wait!
You know i keep a Glock
Them boys like to twitter Pop
Us we just keep it hot
I'm turned
Now they reaching out
Won't beat her up
Just beat her down
Stunnaman she screamin' now
Keep goin' boy you steamin' how?
I got shows I used to beat the block
I text some features momma need a house
Get more back in and them I'm leaving out
N***a play we leave 'em bleeding out (on Gang)
Hol' up wait!
Lil' Bitch I'm tuned on Spiffy
My lil' n***as killas them lil' n***as trippas
Whoop 'em leave 'em dizzy
Cook it these lil' n***as sissy
Book me we turn up your city
Bully we slide with them 0.50s
It's 4x times! (brat)
It's 4x times!
[Outro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
4X
4X
Hardest n***a ever, on God