 La la la li-la, la la la li-la Mac' from the Aston, I'm boomin' If he think it's a fight, then he's stupid Knock on me, I'll be proven his music They act when I'm trying some new shit And I say when I catch me a new hit Mike at your body, then fly with the Houston Like, I got it, I know what I'm doing Like, I got it, I know what I'm doing Like, I got mine Ain't that Swing stop, fit, stop, sounds We see that Osmond can dance, like it's Chacha He got hit on his B-day piata Had these shots in his chest, like it's Robbo That niggas broke, no, he can't show, dad with A-B, I be smokin' your quasi Almost to the top, you just gotta go all the Like, look, if it's lit, up the knock and get his ass hit Don't got the knock, we gon' do him like TRIP Folk riding to get dead in a ditch I'm from the house, the Lottie and shit Like Dan Free, Gotti and shit Like Dan Free, Scotty and shit Free Ruga, the Udyr, they flock in the whip Right, niggas be cappin' the rides I just do shit, I don't put in these tracks like Tellin' me no nigga, hear a ride like I'm in the passenger's dicks in the back like Every A.I. nigga, that's a fact like Down for the body, down for the pack like I just left it, got booked for the Shrop like Damn, that lil nigga don't