[Intro]
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
Star Boy, you're my hero
Outtatown, but we never out of money
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him) Yeah, yeah
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
She know I'm a player
We in Los Angeles, I'm ballin' like the Lakers
Babygirl, I love you, but I swear I cannot save ya'
She fuckin with them other boys, she think that I'ma play her
Stop fuckin with them other boys, I told that bitch to stay there

[Verse]
Stay right there, lil' bitch (Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
I'm too geeked, too lit
I got tattoos on my wrist
I got tattoos on my neck
She got tattoos on her titties
My bitch got tats, same shit
My bitch got Piercings
Hold up, I sit back and think, and I roll up
I count that shit, pour me a four up
Might suck that bitch, she want some coco
No swimmin', she want me to stroke her
I hit from the back, she love how I choke her
Yeah, she love that shit (Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
Yeah, she love that shit
Yeah, I love my bitch
Yeah, I love my bitches
Got a ho' for every city
I'm freestylin', this shit unwritten
Teen X, boy, who you kiddin'?
Oh, you think I'm pussy? We gon' pull up with them sticks then
He mad 'cause his bitch lookin'
I'ma look back, give that ho' a big grin
Fuck that lil' shit, I'm big Ken
Shut up, sit back and listen (Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
My neck, my wrist, it glisten
You chillin', boy, I'm shittin'
You chillin', boy, I'm shittin'
You chillin', boy, I'm shittin' on you
And you don't know what to do
[Chorus]
She know I'm a player
We in Los Angeles, I'm ballin' like the Lakers
Babygirl, I love you, but I swear I cannot save ya
She fuckin with them other boys, she think that I'ma play her
Stop fuckin with them other boys, I told that bitch to stay there

[Outro]
Hol' up, bitch
Hol' up, bitch
Hol' up, bitch
Hol' up, bitch
Hol' up, bitch
Hol' up, bitch
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him) Yeah, yeah
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah