I pop out at your party With my gang You know I wanna be a shotty with your brain You know, I got that chain with the fame I got the boys in the backseat Going down main street with this beat I jumped in the back seat with an offbeat Up the Beat on will street I came home nice but I’m going out mean These boys Are the homies can never get rid of them I come from the middle class I live in mass My teeth are brass Sorry girl I be killing a lot of girls hearts I got the smart, but I don’t got a doctor of smarts She was trying to cling on to me But it’s way too late My mate be killing all that hate Yeah, I don’t care about what they gotta say a patio day with drugs and cocaine Beer pong you know why when that shit I don’t give a fuck about your bitches Eating them up like some fishes I pop out at your party With my gang You know I wanna be a shotty with your brain You know, I got that chain with the fame I got the boys in the backseat Going down main street with this beat I jumped in the back seat with an offbeat Up the Beat on will street I came home nice but I’m going out mean These boys Are the homies can never get rid of them