Yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Y'all ain't ready for this shit

Y'all ain't ready

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's go, yo



You ho's know I stay jig

ROC wear sweat suits

Type to pull up on your block

2G benz coupe and you know

I ain't even got to spit no game

I just show you the chain

Then I'm getting some brain

Hit it left, right, left

Like I'm bouncing with drama

Just light up a light

Put that glow on the arm

I let you sip Don

If the Cris' too strong

Once the bitch drunk

Then she showing that thong

As we proceed

Got her rolling the weed

Hydro eyes low on our way to the p's

Ya'll know I go I be nervy than deez

Niggas who scheme

Niggas who be trying to get Bleek

So you know I keep the heat

I be ready to creep

Nine low, bright though

Get a quick thirteen

Violate you'll see

You can die this week

Motherfucker I don't play

I get this cream, jigga



[1] - Bounce bitch

Let's get it poppin'

You fucking with this thug

Who love to go shopping

Love to cop jewels to light up my crew

So bitch act right

You could light up to, but

Bounce bitch

Let's get it poppin

You fucking with this thug

Who know when they're watching

You know I aint frontin'

Show me something

Bitch, you act right

I might buy you you something



Ayo you know the wife

She the type you aint seen duke

She love a thug

When he dressed in them jean suits

Wifebeaters

With that ice that bling duke

She know the Memph

Get deep in her spleen duke

I keep her jig

Cause I send her through Nine West

Your bitch bad but I keep mine d