[Intro]
The way I'm feeling, I've been feeling like a star
Need to slow down on them drugs, keep popping these bars
I got about 4 cars up in the garage
And I can't even drive, but them b*tches push start
[Verse 1]
Ay, b*tches straight, backpack
Choppa bullets, rat-a-tat
Bad yellow b*tch eating di*k like a rap snack
Her pus*y on me, back that
You know imma' hit that
She said she never had a orgasm, imma' fix that
b*tch I'm married to the game, I won't ever get a prima
My b*tch she playing with my balls, call her Serena
I be beating the pus*y up, just like Ike did Tina
She turned my di*k white, cause that b*tch was a creamer