[Intro]
Ah
Bloody, bloody scene
Baby‚ YSL team

[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me‚ n***a‚ better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (N***a got ho's)
Yeah, a fuck n***a hatin' tell the n***a that it's bad for your health (Bad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no n***a‚ got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from‚ hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey

[Verse 1]
Got them ho's on the way, got them loads on the way
Glock ain't even got no safety, so a n***a ain't safe
Why a n***a contemplatin'? I'm gon' win the race
And why a n***a throwin' shots when I know where y'all stay?
N***a, go get you a bag, thirty shots do him bad
All I think about is cash, all I think about is cash
Y'all n***as, y'all don't get the memo
If we spin the block, we hittin' all the kinfolk
Bricks in the car, we poppin' his window
Ho playin' games I call her Nintendo
Yeah, it worked out in my favor
N***a don't need a gun, I'll box a n***a like Frazier
Respected by the OG's 'cause them the n***as who raised me
N***a ever wanna try me, gon' head, meet your maker
[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, n***a, better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (N***a got ho's)
Yeah, a fuck n***a hatin' tell the n***a that it's bad for your health (Nad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no n***a, got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from, hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey

[Verse 2]
Baby, let's do it
Y'all still over there poppin', tell a fuck n***a, "Get to it"
N***a high, airplane mode, n***a, I'm cruisin'
Yeah, yeah, I do it, yeah, n***a I do it (Turn-up slime ball)
Big bankroll in these britches
Talk about the cash, young n***a count plenty
Chef Boyardee way a n***a whip it
Shoot a n***a RV if he livin' in it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I made a wave
Before I go Michael Phelps in the pussy, lil' bitch better shave
Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch got no manners
Black and white diamonds on me like a Panda
Drop syrup in the drink, I fuck up the Phantom
AK-47 with a banana
Red bottoms on me bleed like I just left a murder scene
I beat that lil' pussy down 'til it cream
It'll be a World War Three 'bout Keed
[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, n***a, better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (N***a got ho's)
Yeah, a fuck n***a hatin' tell the n***a that it's bad for your health (Bad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no n***a, got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from, hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey