[Intro]

Pull the trigger back

Watch the bullets smack his throat, dawg

Pull the trigger back

Watch the bullets smack his throat, dawg

Pull the trigger back

Watch the bullets smack his throat, dawg

Pull the trigger back

Where's Timothy at?

[Chrous]

Hot like a furnace, I'm spittin' I'm burnin'

I'm psycho, I might put a knife up to the curtain, it's certain

Workin' I’m warming up pourin' that double cup

Swervin' I don’t give a fuck bout a person

String 'em rotisserie chicken yo bit' lick my finger

Cause she like my singing my wrist is tectonic the size of a continent

I am determined

[Verse 1]

Baby come and hop up in this Mercedes

She a bad model bitch dressin' like she from the 80s

I heard that yo Gramama pussy is tasty

I heard that to Gramama pussy go crazy

And I still hit that shit like I’m lazy

My necklace is icey like cryotherapy

Don’t even talk to me you is a premature baby

Can’t even look up in my eyes I’m an optometrist

She lookin' up at my dick I guess she an optimist

I give my babies to all these bitches I am a communist

Bury my bone up in yo bitch I am the archaeologist

I called her a bitch she motherfuckin' mad bitch that’s a compliment

Pull up in a all-black suburban

Don’t be mad that I’m grindin'

I see yo pockets is hurtin' better go do somethin' bout that

Cause I’m lil boosie with that gat kick

Curbs to yo head den I’m skirting

It's a little concernin' way I’m flirting with yo bitch she flirt back

[Chrous]

Uh-uh-uh

Hot like a furnace, I'm spittin' I'm burnin'

I'm psycho, I might put a knife up to the curtain, it's certain

Workin' I’m warming up pourin' that double cup

Swervin' I don’t give a fuck bout a person

String 'em rotisserie chicken yo bit' lick my finger

Cause she like my singing my wrist is tectonic the size of a continent

I am determined