Uh uh uh whoo whoo uh yeah uh yeah whoo
[Intro]
Uh uh yeah uh yeah whoo whoo uh uh
Got some **********in' Ciroc in the buildin'
And I got some **********in' Henny in the buildin' too
And I got my ***** J Black in here too
And I got my ***** Ave in here too
And I got my ***** Azi in here too
My ***** Kev in here too
[Verse 1] (Joyner Lucas, Jamal Black)
Say I'll do my thing just because I need to **** what you hoe ****** thinking?
Tryna make it all stat with the cash in a wrap and I'm ****in' your hoes on the weekend
Maybe pass in the back now I'm passing the black matter fact how you hoes wanna do this?
Super stupid, dark as chocolate, big pocket, Joyner Lucas
I'm a fool, let me get it all too
**** your girl in the pillow I'll drool
**** this world, when I **** your girl, Imma flex so hard when I ****in' curl
You feel it, haters stoppin', Trayvon Martin
But gun concealin'
I pop if you, man give you balls, you ain't feeling it, uh
Y'all ****** ain't cool, y'all ****** ain't hot
Y'all ****** ain't nothing different
Y'all ****** ain't do the most
Y'all ****** ain't even pimpin'
Probably got your *****es dry as **** and I keep it drippin'
Ay ay, with your baby, you keep her sober, I keep her sippin'
Big difference, from *****in' pitchin'
Switchin' words to a vision and flippin' birds in the kitchen
They slick, conversing with women the frickin' nerve of you ******
Tryna tell us that we ain't the greatest
We love to love and give the same to haters
Can't fade away, let's just play to play this
I'm good, these ****** just mad 'coz me and my ****** got hoes on speed dial
So they hittin' they phone and they don't pick up and they hang once more with the redial
Leased out when I pee now
Probably **** dirty *****es and you when I'm senile
Future's what I see now, take a puff of the blunt if you really wanna see how
Rappers, gangstas, killers, smokers, bunch of ****** with feelings
Models, hoes, and strippers, hookers, bunch of *****es with children
What you think is appealing me I be fighting the feeling
Just livin' life in the ceilin', ain't gotta like it but feel it
[Chorus]
Get you, get you, ya ya
Killers on the corner
That hit you with the chopper
Then make you do the cha cha
Make you do the cha cha
Then make you do the cha cha
Killers on the corner
They make you do the cha cha
Get you, get you, ya ya
Killers on the corner
That hit you with the chopper
Then make you do the cha cha
Make you do the cha cha
Then make you do the cha cha
Then hit you with the chopper
They make you do the cha cha
[Verse 2] (Joyner Lucas, Jamal Black)
And I know these ****** just mad 'coz me and J Black got hoes on speed dial
Better ride on out, cut your eyeballs out until you look at me now
And I spit so hard you can dive inside my drool, go swimming and float
By the stop sign too