Too turnt up, I'm lit (Yeah)
Too turnt up, I'm savage
And I'm turnt up, I have it (Oh yeah)
I'm coolin' with a bad bitch (Uh-huh)
My body got that fabric, uh-huh
I said, "I have it", this swag that you not havin'
Money comin', passion habit
Once she pull up, we gettin' to the bed (Woah)
He ain't say shit when toolie hit his head
Yeah, we pour red, leave his body red
No, I cannot go fuck 'round with the feds
Nobody like me, doin' it like that
All of this shit, you and me gettin' bad
Fuck that shit, I want be up on the mail