CHORUS
Ayyy, what it do my dud
I'm livin life dawg what about you
And ine even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homie more or less
Gotta thank god I'm fresh

V1
Oh! I rearrange faces when I drop,
I'm super duper cudi,
Candy paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin when I lean
Forgive me to my fans,
I'm country till decease
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to come up
Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'm gone say some shit that will make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she wannabe
But she wanna check though
Dodging, popping bitches
Like them hoes was working with the law
Back at shaker bitches, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick those,
And give my niggas what is left
I don't know if it's the name or the bape gum bottoms
Keep them Obsolete them 501's
You can't knock em
Use ta have the honda with the 30 day tags
That was in the past
Now, I'm bout to throw em on the JAG

CHORUS
Ayyy, what it do my dud
I'm livin life dawg what about you
And ine even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high
So I'm, watch my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a nigga aint high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey more or less
Gatta thank god I'm fresh