(Focus, focus, focus, hey, where's Perry?) Beh
Huh, huh, beh
Huh, huh, beh
Huh huh, beh
Huh, huh, bit, ooh, you (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
I got all my niggas in the bus with me like Scooby Doo
Maison Mihara on my feet when I walk through you
Once I see you belong to the streets, lil' bitch, we through with you (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, once I see you belong to that bitch, I'm gon' get through to you (yeah, yeah)
Maison Margiela my toe, when I kick it
You know that I'm runnin' right through, uh, you
Money stand tall as a midget, if I see you fidget
A bullet right through, uh, you (yuh, yuh, yuh)
These bitches know that I'm different
They say that I'm hard like I took me a BlueChew (ha-ha)
Animal, what kind? Owl, I'm like, "Hoo you"
Back to the basement (back, back), back to the bag (yuh)
These bitches be tasteless (ha-ha), Chrome Heart on my ass (water)
R. Kelly, I got them pissed like why they be so mad? (Why? Why?)
In real life, I'm a glitch (I'm a glitch)
In real life, your shit lag (okay)
Go nutty just like the professor
Like a nightstand, they call me a dresser
A civilian, yes, you a pedestrian (yeah, yeah)
It's okay 'cause I thought nothin' lesser (okay)
I be messy, won't kick it like Messi (kick it)
Ask me I'm one of the best, I'm like yessir (yes)
They be actin', they just like Heath Ledger (yeah)
In that water, I'm cool like a badger, bitch (yeah, yeah)
I got all my niggas in the bus with me like Scooby Doo (ha)
Maison Mihara on my feet when I walk through you
Once I see you belong to the streets, lil' bitch, we through with you (yeah, water, ayy)
Once I see you belong to that bitch, I'm gon' get through to you
(Through to you) through to you
(Through to you) through to you
Yeah, got so much gwala in my motherfuckin' Trueys
Well I'm with Tame Impala and I know it's comin' true, you
All I care about, all I care about is blue, you
I turned her from upside down, you can't take a nigga crown
End up on First 48 if that nigga talkin' down
But I will not gun him down, I wanna be in heaven, ho
Nigga text me he in town, we ain't linkin' 'fore he go
We ain't linkin' 'fore he go, we ain't linkin' 'fore he dip
If you got a problem with your nigga, do not tell me shit
If you really cuff with that bitch, don't hop on my dick
If you really 'bout what you say, nigga, do it
Yeah, I'm tired of these hatin' hoes, tired of this hatin' shit
Tired of these basic clothes, tired of a basic bitch
Taught to get on a row, why to conform to it?
My nigga got a MAC-10 and it got a full clip
I'm tired of the rap trends, I'm tired of the cool shit
I'm tired of the big boots and leather pantaloons
I'm tired of these niggas talkin' shit 'cause I'm the coolest
I'm fuckin' on your ho, her p***y wet like macaroni
I got all my niggas in the bus with me like Scooby Doo
Maison Mihara on my feet when I walk through you
Once I see you belong to the streets, lil' bitch, we through with you (ayy)
Once I see you belong to that bitch
I'm gon' get through to you (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, huh)
Through to you, through to you, get through to you (duck, duck, duck)
Yeah, through to you, through to you, through to you (duck, duck, duck)
Yeah (duck, duck, duck)
Beh, haha, raasclaat dog (duck, duck, duck)
