[Chorus]

(Rawr)

Carrera, push your top back (Shit)

Sent a cap through that boy, top hat (Ha, ha)

Get the drop, grrah, grrah, drop that (Blatt, blatt)

Dranked up, where the damn Ciroc at? (Drank, drank)

[Verse 1]

Uh, of the decade, boy, it's me (Slatt, slatt)

Bitch, I spit that heat, these boys spittin' third degree (Huh, huh)

In that Cadillac with frappuccino seats (Skrrt, skrrt)

Spit that dragon's breath, jalapeno when I breathe (Ha, ha)

Poke the bear, hand in a beehive (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tech pourin', drank gettin' peed out (Drank)

Hmm, hmm, hop out cut and then get busy

I could get these boys touched, co-signed Puff Diddy (What the fuck?)

Double XL, fuck with me

Split the seam, burnt the bridge, now you fuckin' stuck with me

Glue gun, gun glue, boy, this bitch stuck with me

Pinky finger kung fu, tryna hit the cup with me

And my left pocket, pink fifties, right pocket, blues in it

And the plug send the packs out, I know what to do with it, bitch

[Chorus]

(Rawr)

Carrera, push your top back (Shit)

Sent a cap through that boy, top hat (Ha, ha)

Get the drop, grrah, grrah, drop that (Blatt, blatt)

Dranked up, where the damn Ciroc at? (Shit)

[Verse 2]

Blick up, wrist twist, up to somethin' (Ah, ah)

These boys smokin' dick and sippin' Tris by assumption (Hol' up, bitch)

Peanut butter inside, this ho damn-near scrumptious

IBS, my shooter dumb or somethin' the way he dump shit (H-h-ha, woo)

I'm with Tony, that's my right-hand (Gang, gang)

Won't say my name, fuckers finna meet the Bye Bye Man (Bye, bye)

Fire sticks with them geeks, poppin' Vyvanse (Boop, boop)

This ho ate the city, bitch gritty, not no guidance (Slatt)

12 at the door, I don't too much know

I get money, that's for sure, I get too much dough

These boys poor for a reason, you too much, ho

Backstab, that's treason, too bad, too slow