Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing Married to the game, I'ma need a ring Run up on me, that chopper sing Brand new bitch, that's a brand new ting Broke up with my bitch, now she my side bitch Text me on my side-kick, huh, yeah She gon' keep the strap in her purse like a dyke bitch Run up, she fire shit, uh, yeah Nigga, just lose it, niggas be faker than optical illusions Run up on me, that chopper skip to conclusions I don't give a fuck with your bitch, I'ma do her Paul Wall with her, I'ma chop her and screw her, uh Brand new money Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny I don't walk it, I run it, keep it one hundred Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer, Goddamn Just lose it, uh Make love then make music, uh Run up, chopper do 'em Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It," uh Off of the top, I be kickin' it Hop on my dick like a frog, you be ribbitin', uh Look at the way I be rippin' it, drillin' 'em Like I be full of adrenaline, uh Sick of the Percs, I'ma put them down, huh Run up on me, that chopper marry your ass like you got a gown on Guess you a pussy now, huh? Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, guess you a pussy now, uh Keep this beat goin', mhm I'ma spazz for a second I'ma get up on they ass for a second Chopper on me, it's gon' blast for a second I'ma shoot him in his ass, I'm reckless Do it big like football, Texas I'ma ball out like the Texans Bitches pay me like taxes On the mattress, hittin' backflips Ride me, carpet, Aladdin Outerspace, boolin' on Saturn Give a fuck what you say, I don't really care about nothin' but the money I manage Hoes on me, they wanna fuck too, though Outerspace, I been poolin' on Pluto Bad bitch, huh Hot like a motherfucker hit the bitch up in June, woah, ayy, ayy Summertime sadness