[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Hello, that is my bitch Shaniqua (Hello)
I might dip like I'm John Cena
I got BB's on BB's on BB's (What's up?)
I got shit you can't see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It's a Glock, lil' n***a, get low (That's right)
I got n***as and bitches on go (Bitch)
Man, fuck your set
Fuck your clique (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch (Fuck)
N***as always talking 'bout me, but won't show no face
I been creeping with this .38 (What's up?), rubbin' off the paint (Go)
I'm a soldier, I got rank (Yeah)
Smoking dolja, this shit dank
I might push up in a tank

[Verse 1]
Don't you play with me, that chopper come with helicopters
Pour me the Actavis, that shit came from the doctor
I got Bottegas and this Helmut Lang, can't complain (Hello)
And my bro got this new Raf and shit and he keep a flame
I got black bitches off the cocaine, white bitches off Kurt Cobain
Off the Novocain, I'm sparking shit, I'm so insane
I got North Face on my jacket, when I walk, you know I pack it
All this money, I'ma bag it, we got different tax brackets
[Chorus]
Hello, that is my bitch Shaniqua (Hello)
I might dip like I'm John Cena
I got BB's on BB's on BB's (What's up?)
I got shit you can't see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It's a Glock, lil' n***a, get low (That's right)
I got n***as and bitches on go (Bitch)
Man, fuck your set
Fuck your clique (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch (Fuck)
N***as always talking 'bout me, but won't show no face
I been creeping with this .38 (What's up?), rubbin' off the paint (Go)
I'm a soldier, I got rank (Yeah)
Smoking dolja, this shit dank
I might push up in a tank

[Verse 2]
Who that lil' n***a coming out the window?
AMG 63, all white Benzo
She don't want me, but I might fuck her friend though
I got clips, I got sticks and extendos (Go)
What you mean? This a telescope
Open up the door
Bro like, "Chill, let me fucking go"
Coming out the coupe, we them troops
All we do is point and they shoot at you
This a Glock and it's fucking stock, aim it at your top (Go)
[Chorus]
Hello, that is my bitch Shaniqua (Hello)
I might dip like I'm John Cena
I got BB's on BB's on BB's (What's up?)
I got shit you can't see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It's a Glock, lil' n***a, get low (That's right)
I got n***as and bitches on go (Bitch)
Man, fuck your set
Fuck your clique (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch (Fuck)
N***as always talking 'bout me, but won't show no face
I been creeping with this .38 (What's up?), rubbin' off the paint (Go)
I'm a soldier, I got rank (Yeah)
Smoking dolja, this shit dank
I might push up in a tank

[Outro]
Man, fuck your set, bitch
That's how you fucking do it, you can't fuck—
All you n***as fucking garbage
Trash
Fuck you, bitch
Ahh!
What the fuck? This n***a's crazy