Like a hbcu band I got so many drums and sticks Got long extendos round ones and even those banana clips Light your whole block up have it looking like the Gaza Strip Like a sink that keeps a leak or fountain drinks the way I keep the drip The way that I flip my last name should be hustle just like it was nips Keep a bad bitch all natural no butt pads or fake tits Got a fat ass to pair she gettin stairs shaking them hips Sexy lips that leave you wanting one last kiss If I had a genie That would be my one last wish And a big old iceberg like the titanic hit on my wrist Something icey just surprise me I see that it’s pricey but it’s a gift Take a lift or an Uber y’all boys ain’t on my level you more like umpa lumpas Breaking bricks into puntas We practicing every pose in the karma sutra Hearts racing sweat tasting like we doing Zumba One minute I hear Kevin gates the next we’re listening to future All of those calories consumed are burning through ya They say do everything in moderation don’t let it consume ya I run circles around you boys til I confuse you Get back you don’t know me like that like luda True to da game she give me suga like cane I’m bout to make it rain on your whole parade If we loading up we bout to fuck em up Aiming for the head so we know they dead If we load them drums yall better start to run If the cops harass we got lawyers for they ass