[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

Hello, that is my bitch Shaniqua (Hello)

I might dip like I'm John Cena

I got BB's on BB's on BB's (What's up?)

I got shit you can't see on TV (Yeah)

I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)

It's a Glock, lil' nigga, get low (That's right)

I got niggas and bitches on go (Bitch)

Man, fuck your set

Fuck your clique (Yeah)

Fuck your bitch (Fuck)

Niggas always talking 'bout me, but won't show no face

I been creeping with this .38 (What's up?), rubbin' off the paint (Go)

I'm a soldier, I got rank (Yeah)

Smoking dolja, this shit dank

I might push up in a tank

[Verse 1]

Don't you play with me, that chopper come with helicopters

Pour me the Actavis, that shit came from the doctor

I got Bottegas and this Helmut Lang, can't complain (Hello)

And my bro got this new Raf and shit and he keep a flame

I got black bitches off the cocaine, white bitches off Kurt Cobain

Off the Novocain, I'm sparking shit, I'm so insane

I got North Face on my jacket, when I walk, you know I pack it

All this money, I'ma bag it, we got different tax brackets

[Chorus]

Hello, that is my bitch Shaniqua (Hello)

I might dip like I'm John Cena

I got BB's on BB's on BB's (What's up?)

I got shit you can't see on TV (Yeah)

I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)

It's a Glock, lil' nigga, get low (That's right)

I got niggas and bitches on go (Bitch)

Man, fuck your set

Fuck your clique (Yeah)

Fuck your bitch (Fuck)

Niggas always talking 'bout me, but won't show no face

I been creeping with this .38 (What's up?), rubbin' off the paint (Go)

I'm a soldier, I got rank (Yeah)

Smoking dolja, this shit dank

I might push up in a tank

[Verse 2]

Who that lil' nigga coming out the window?

AMG 63, all white Benzo

She don't want me, but I might fuck her friend though

I got clips, I got sticks and extendos (Go)

What you mean? This a telescope

Open up the door

Bro like, "Chill, let me fucking go"

Coming out the coupe, we them troops

All we do is point and they shoot at you

This a Glock and it's fucking stock, aim it at your top (Go)

[Chorus]

Hello, that is my bitch Shaniqua (Hello)

I might dip like I'm John Cena

I got BB's on BB's on BB's (What's up?)

I got shit you can't see on TV (Yeah)

I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)

It's a Glock, lil' nigga, get low (That's right)

I got niggas and bitches on go (Bitch)

Man, fuck your set

Fuck your clique (Yeah)

Fuck your bitch (Fuck)

Niggas always talking 'bout me, but won't show no face

I been creeping with this .38 (What's up?), rubbin' off the paint (Go)

I'm a soldier, I got rank (Yeah)

Smoking dolja, this shit dank

I might push up in a tank

[Outro]

Man, fuck your set, bitch

That's how you fucking do it, you can't fuck—

All you niggas fucking garbage

Trash

Fuck you, bitch

Ahh!

What the fuck? This nigga's crazy