Verse 1:
Two shots to the dome, better stay gone
I don't fuck with people who don't fucking know
Never gotta' think about it twice when I'm in the zone
'dana on my head, see I'm not really really done
But I really don't mind, 'cause I know who's who
Watching fake bitches from my rear tint view
Two doors locked, see I'm in the coupe
Lies on my grave, thots wanna' loop
I'm telling the truth, but you ain't got a clue
Waiting for mops, now I'm fucking with you
Stay in the back, like fuck it my dude
Hang around back, like fuck it I knew
Fuck it I knew
This what I do
Fuck it my dude
This what I prove
Trying to get violent, shit man I'm wildin'
Looking lit up like a fire, shit man I'm ballin'
24/7 I got plata, in my pocket
Mind of a winner, wonder if they have it
Crib by the lake, bass in the base
Rumors running about what they have to say
Now what they have to say
Tell me what they have to say
Don't try to steal my payday
'cause I got my ways
Hook:
'cause I got my ways
Bitch I got my ways
Look I got my ways
'cause I got my ways
Bitch I got my ways
Look I got my ways
Verse 2:
Fuck with the kid while he's fucking on your bitch
Matter of inches she likes double digs
Matter of fact see I am that kid
This is the game, and I'm deep in it
I'm dipping it, sauce on my lips
Blunt god damn golden from all of these drinks
Movies ain't shit, this ain't a flick
My life is a film, the way I'm living it
Chances are zero to none, this is all luck
Catch me and no I'm not prone
Delivering some, getting my bun, steady delivering sums
Word to the player I'm on the god damn street
If you wanna' fuck, bring your god damn heat
Never run your mouth if you're god damn weak
And never fuck a bitch if she's god damn beat
Really, really, real
Really, really, real
Willy Wonka hills
Young Bob bills
Really, really, real
Really, really, real
Willy Wonka hills
Young Bob bills
Outro:
Two shots to the dome, better stay gone
I don't fuck with people who don't fucking know
Never gotta' think about it twice when I'm in the zone
'dana on my head, see I'm not really really done
But I really don't mind, 'cause I know who's who
Watching fake bitches from my rear tint view
Two doors locked, see I'm in the coupe
Lies on my grave, thots wanna' loop
Two-two shots to the dome, better stay gone
I don't fuck with people who don't fucking know
Never gotta' think about it twice when I'm in the zone
'dana on my head, see I'm not really done
Not really done
I'm not really done