(Chorus 1)
CC, the greatest mixtape of all time
Ah, Ahhh

(Verse 1)
That hoe got accidents, she on a lint
Ay, That hoe got types of loneliness, she has no friends ay
I watched my uncle get gunned down, go talk to tim' ay
He not tryna run up, whats that sound? Thats all the blicks ay
Do you wanna hit or fucking not? (Oh Yeah)
Thought I got my shit up on these crocs, (With all these crocs)
Ooh, doo-doo on my neck, it's like a dot yeah
Ooh, your hoe suckin' dick without no condom yeah!

(Chorus 2)
Oh, Ooh

(Verse 2)
Pasito on my neck now
Do whats on the desk now
Bitch, i'm poppin' pecs now!
Sayin' the one who's the best
Yeah, shoot him up on his chest yeah
How do you know what's next?
Yeah, i'm finna steal his check yeah
Bitch, i'm rockin' "Tecs" yeah
Nike on Tecs gettin' technical
She ridin' on me, she be ridin' like a bull
I be shooting at him, no i'm shooting at two
Got a 30. on my freakin' hip like a dude
'Gon start shooting at him, i'ma run like a fool
I be shootin' it up, we be sayin' who you?
This ain't Halloween bitch, she keep saying, "Like BOO!"
(Chorus 3)
Oh, Ooh, Ahh!