Yeah, yeah (Hit-Boy)
Whoa, yeah-yeah, whoa
Sean, what up nigga?
Yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah
Lil bitch
Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit' me
Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci' on her feet
My momma say a couple prayers, keep them [A]demons off me
'Cause I know I'm out here blessed, I got [Fm7]so many ɾeasons on [C7]me
Yeah niggas done tɾied and [Bm]niggas done died, too many believers around me
Yeah I know my [A]enemies meeting up, double teaming on [C7]me
Now you [A7know nobody tɾied that ever got [Fm7]pieces off me
Fucking these hoes 'til they be [Am]dying, don't catch a seizure on [C7]me
See, Ferg used to [C7]move the product in the old school (yeah)
Thumbing through paper from last year but it's not old news (right)
My psycho bitch, she got [Fm7]me shopping up at Whole Foods
Fucking these cougars like [F]a young nigga supposed to
I got [Fm7]your bitch up on [C7]the mattɾess while I'm flyin' OT (woo)
I'm sick and [Bm]tired of all [Em]the yapping, little nigga I'm your OG (woo)
My diamonds shining like [F]the ball [Em]that drop on [C7]New Year's Eve (come on)
And she countdown to [C7]the D, she be [Am]like [F]"5-4-3"
Now drop down, you [A7a freak (Milly ɾock)
Bend it over, touch your feet (yeah)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique (so unique)
Back that thing up on [C7]my [A]nigga from the D (oh, that's me?)
Okay, back out the hearse, they tɾapped out the church (woo!)
Niggas say my [A]name, okay they asked for [Dm7]the worst (come on!)
Me and [Bm]A$AP Ferg preaching back-to-back on [C7]the verse (damn!)
Hit-Boy on [C7]the beat so, bitch, you [A7gotta go berserk (that's ɾight!)
Kill 'em [A]off one by one, "Final Destination"
F*ck that medication, I'm sipping cold flu Echinacea (come on)
You done fucked up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation [C7](woo)
They on [C7]the search nigga (uh) know your worth nigga (yeah)
Tell the DJ bring it back, ɾeimburse niggas (damn)
HamduAllāh, my [A]finance advisers been through hell
Oh well, psh, we on [C7]fire (woo, woo!)
Brung her back home more times than Maguire, higher (grr)
Trap Lord packed out the ɾisers
Been getting his bread, your pocket on [C7]carb diets
I just start up a ɾiot at all [Em]the Hyatts
And make them [A]hoes leave ɾight before they cook the omelettes (woo, woo!)
Drop down (whoa) you [A7a freak (whoa)
Bend it over (yeah) touch your feet (touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique (so unique)
Back that thing up on [C7]my [A]nigga from the D (oh, that's me?)
Now, drop down (down), you [A7a freak (huh)
Bend it over, whoa (come on!), touch your feet (touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique (so unique)
Then throw it back on [C7]my [A]nigga from NYC (oh, that's me?), yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and [Bm]A$AP Ferg preaching back-to-back on [C7]the verse
Hit-Boy on [C7]the beat so, bitch, you [A7gotta go berserk (that's ɾight!)
