[Intro]
Damn, Quintin

[Chorus]
I pull up creepin' 'round the corner, bitch, bundle up
They think I'm too cold, I told that bitch I don't wanna snuggle up
All you rappers goofy, bitch, don't ask me if we can partner up
I don't give no fuck about none of you n***as in the still stock
Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck
You ain't got no aim, lame n***a bitch, better luck
Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck
You ain't got no aim, lame n***a bitch, better luck

[Verse]
I put on the plain jane, fucked a plane ride out to Spain
They think I'm Jody Highroller, I don't gamble with no lames
Twinkle, twinkle goes every single diamond in my chain
Dragon fang gang, ice glistenin' in the night rain
I think I'm John Wain, Smith & Wesson, point blank range
Fifty thousand on the dinner, tell that bitch to keep the change
I'm the same n***a from the wing, bitch, ain't shit change
I'm off Riverdale and Shelby drive, jumpin' through lanes

[Chorus]
I pull up creepin' 'round the corner, bitch, bundle up
They think I'm too cold, I told that bitch I don't wanna snuggle up
All you rappers goofy, bitch, don't ask me if we can partner up
I don't give no fuck about none of you n***as in the still stock
Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck
You ain't got no aim, lame n***a bitch, better luck
Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck
You ain't got no aim, lame n***a bitch, better luck