Uhh, and don’t be tryna come around my girl
Acting like Mr. Friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley
I spotted her like Spud McKenzie
And for them fake boobies I paid them Benjies, get your own
I got Paris, he got Nicky, he tried to get em a clone
He said, “Ye you know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold”
From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
I got family in high places like Jesus’ niece
Can I please, say my peace?
If y’all fresh to death, then I’m deceased
And this one here is a heatrocks, spit like a beat box
The way the beat rocks, new version of Pete Rock
But for that Benz, I get CL love
So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub, I’m calling