Lyrics:

(Intro)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

(Chorus)
Yeah I did that
Yeah that nigga I been that
Don’t play with this sack, you’ll get zapped
Yeah I put the cash on his membrane
Only thing on my membrane 
I’m like what’s up with kids these days?
Leave his ass with shit stains
Want a couple kids baby yeah
Put you on cam like a filmmaker
We let off all these rounds, boy you can’t take em
We need all them pounds, boy you can’t shake us
Hang em like them trials, boy like we in Salem yeah

(Verse)
I need more, them Os, I need a couple more
Don’t be on the phone, with hos, I tell ‘em go along
You knew along, all along that I won’t sell my soul
That is shit is my not goal
Yeah yeah woah woah
On yo mark get ready or not, yeah
I cannot fuck with too many alright, yeah
She finna let me in her panties tonight, yeah
For that fetty she finna go flat out dumb
(Flat out dumb, flat out, flat out, flat out, flat out)
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, friendly fire, yeah I’m finna hit her right
We not alike
We just alike, if we dress alike
Her clothes tight, then yeah that’s my type
Comme Des Garçon, no we not in Nike
I’m getting her right she finna get psyched
I’m finna get high but I’m scared of heights
Yeah I dislike them niggas that bite
It ain’t about racks then keep it concise
Yeah yeah

(Chorus)
Yeah I did that
Yeah that nigga I been that
Don’t play with this sack, you’ll get zapped
Yeah I put the cash on his membrane
Only thing on my membrane 
I’m like what’s up with kids these days?
Leave his ass with shit stains
Want a couple kids baby yeah
Put you on cam like a filmmaker
We let off all these rounds, boy you can’t take em
We need all them pounds, boy you can’t shake us
Hang em like them trials, boy like we in Salem yeah

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