text: Yeah
  Ooh 
  Too, too, too
  Look 
  Bend her over, blow her back out 
  Bend her over, pull her tracks out 
  She know the Woo make her tap out 
  I really live what I rap bout 
  I remember them days in the trap house
  Yeah, it got real in the trap house
  I went and did some time in the jail 
  Cause I rather take the fast route 
  If you wanna make bands then open up TD
  She like, "Papi all I got is Citi"
  Im like, "Fuck it, come give me head" 
  I back her then nutted on her titty, ayy, uh
  She say Im a dog so Im chasin her kitty 
  Light up the smoke like a dutch in the city
  I keep totin that head, we gon catch em like Ricky, uh
  Man down, throw the piece to my bro that say hands down 
  Poppin shit on the lot, make him camp down
  He was twirlin back then, he a fan now
  Woo, I keep nothin but blues in these pants now 
  Rubber bands for these racks and these bands now 
  We keep sticks in these drums like a band now 
  My new bitch exotic , my new bitch exotic 
  You aint poppin, stop it 
  Fresh as fuck, no stylist , uh
  Niggas stealin styles, jackin, jockin 
  This watch dont do tick-tockin 
  Niggas know how we rockin, woo
  20K for Amiris and thats for the jeans 
  The money was dirty, I got into rappin and now this shit clean 
  Woo, woo, now Im on the scene 
  I made her tap out, I know that this dick turn that bitch into a fiend 
  Bend her over, blow her back out 
  Bend her over, pull her tracks out 
  She know the Woo make her tap out 
  I really live what I rap bout 
  I remember them days in the trap house
  Yeah, it got real in the trap house
  I went and did some time in the jail 
  Cause I rather take the fast route