Go
Go, go go, go, go, go, go

(Yeah) they should put me on a magazine (go, go, go)
(Yeah) they should put me on a magazine (uh-huh)
And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (real racer)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (bitch, let's go)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (RIB, shit)
I see the molly laying on your teeth (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)

Say she love my swag, say she love my niche (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I love your racks, love your double Ds (yeah, yeah, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
Twenty-four hoes just like Kobe (yeah, yeah, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
And I'm courtside with my nosebleeding
I don't want a Barbie bitch, I want a Bratz doll
I don't want a Corgi bitch, I want a big dog
I don't tell them: RIP, I tell them: RIB, dawg (yeah, I tell 'em: RIB)
YSL jeans backwards, Kris Kross

Tell a– Tell a bitch: Sit criss-cross (hrrd)
Yeah, I'm itchin', gotta hit a lick now, huh-huh (hrrd)
Yeah, she cut into me, had to get gone (hrrd, uh-huh)
Take a flight, yeah, I'm out to Melbourne, hey (hrrd)
I'm so fresh like a well-kept lawn (hrrd)
She got me brick, yeah, she got me Teflon (hrrd)
Yeah, I'm steppin' so don't get stepped on
Yeah, they hit my phone, I used to not get checked on
Walk out of AT&T with ten phones (hrrd)
Keep it real, I hate getting led on (hrrd)
Yeah, it was a rocky road, but I held on (hrrd)
Stand my ground, I ain't getting picked on (hrrd)

(Yeah, go)
They should put me on a magazine (go, go, go, hrrd)
They should put me on a magazine (uh-huh, hrrd)
And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh, hrrd)
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (real racer)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (bitch, let's go)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (RIB, shit)
I see the molly laying on your teeth (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)