[Chorus]
Carrera, push your top back (Shit)
Sent a cap through that boy, top hat
Get the drop, grrah, grrah, drop that (Blatt)
Dranked up, where the damn Ciroc at?

[Verse 1]
[?][0:23] boy, it's me
Bitch, I spit that heat, be worse than third degree
In that Cadillac with frappuccino seats
Spit that dragon's breath on the PO when I breathe
Poke the bear, hand in a beehive (Skrrt, skrrt)
TEC pourin', drank gettin' peed out (Drank)
Hm, hm, hop out the cut and then get busy
I could get these boys touched, co-signed Puff Diddy (What the fuck?)
Double XL, fuck with me
Split the seam, burnt the bridge, now you fuckin' stuck with me
Glue gun, gun glue, boy, this bitch stuck with me
[?][0:55] kung fu, tryna hit a cup with me
And my left pocket pink fifties, right-pocket blues
And the plug send the packs out, I know what to do with it, bitch

[Chorus]
Carrera, push your top back (Shit)
Sent a cap through that boy, top hat
Get the drop, grrah, grrah, drop that (Blatt)
Dranked up, where the damn Ciroc at?
[Verse 2]
[?][1:17] up to something
These boys smokin' dick and sippin' Tris by assumption
Peanut butter inside, this ho damn-near scrumptious
IBS, my shooter dumb or somethin' the way he dump shit
I'm with Tony, that's my right-hand
Won't say my name, fuckers wanna meet the Bye-Bye Man
Fire sticks with thems geeks, poppin' Vyvanse
This ho ate the city, bitch gritty, not no guy dance
12 at the door, I don't too much know
I get money, that's for sure, I get too much dough
These boys poor for a reason, you too much ho
Backstab, that's treason, too bad, too slow