Word: Don Quan & man what the hell goin'

we the chit chatMotherfucker, we the chit chat, believe itAll

yeah-yeahOh yeah-yeahOh yeah, yeah, yeahOh yeah, yeah, yeahOh yeah,

on that bullshit today (Yeah)I'm on that bullshit today (Believe

part two, manLet's get eyes up3hunnaK, manAlready know how

say his dick bigger than mineBut I bet his clip

boyOh, bitch bi, the trigger bi, tell a n***a,

on that Glock, we gon' dawg 'emNuts on that

your deed (Wheezy outta here) (Deed, ayy)She get to

soulBitch, I feel the draft comin' for my soulMy soul,

be makin' gangster loveWe be makin' gangster loveWe be makin'

the stick like aHold the stick like a guitarHold the

the fuck told these lil' n***as they bosses?Who the fuck

can be your Jody, yeah, I can be your Jody(Beldon

shitKill a opp on sightLet's get itBrrrahBitch, we really out

drinkin' lemonadeI'm the bomb, I'm the bomb like grenadesHe

of these n***as not safeNone of these bitches not safeShoot

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)Yeah, yeahYeah, yeah

ohOh, ohYeah, yeah, ooh, wowOoh, pockets pregnantPregnant, pregnant, pregnant,

yeah, yeahSwitch, that ass got some switch, yeah, yeahSwitchSwitch, yeah,