Lyrics: Taymor Travon McIntyre
I-I-I was terrorizin', you was kickin' rocks, ng (Kick rocks)
I was findin' juggs, Nemo, you was lost, ng (Get lost)
Get-get the work, get it tossed on the clock, ng (On theβ)
On-on the clock, need the Rollie wrist watch, ng (Gang, gang)
I might do a lil' somethin' half-off, ng (Beep)
Half-off, what you want? (Gang) It could drop, ng (Rugrat)
But I'm still inside traffic with the Glocks, ng (Gang, gang)
Why-why you ngs inside traffic? Get on the block, ng (Lil' bitch)
Chopper turn you inside, backwards, you's a opp, ng (Grrah)
If you's a fkin' opp (Bch), better get lost, ng (Gang, skrrt, skrrt)
'Fore I call a hitter, he gon' do the job ng (Yurr-hurr)
She-she say, "Tay-K, you remember it was all summer"
Stupid bch, I was rollin' like a log (Skrrt)
Rolling like a log (Rock), bch want j**k me off (Gang), what the fck? (Fck, fck)
Bch better give me top (Skrrt), lips are cod (Skrrt), call me Tay-K Fraud (Skrrt)
But you know I'm not, that's my charge, I think it will drop (Rug, rugrat)
You not sipping Wock, it's re-rock, that sh*t not a cop
Hit-hit his block with guitars, 'cause I rock, ng (Timmy Da mfckin'β)
You undercover like the jeans that I rock, ng
Yes, I rock, hand me Glock, I'm gon' pop, ng (Timmy Da mfckin'β)
Ain't-ain't no cappin', get to clappin', like applause, ng