Go DJ

What the fuck
What the fuck, haha, yuh
Crip, Crip, uh, uh, Crip, uh, uh
Crip, Crip, uh, uh, uh, Crip
Crip, Crip, uh, uh, uh, Crip
Crip, Crip, uh, uh, uh, Crip

Won a BET, I got my strap in the award shows
Diamonds up on 1017, Gucci and Pablo
Fresh in Versac-o
Chain, it's a light show
Try to take it from me, I'ma stomp you like a cockroach
Gu-gu-gucci boots, that's at least twelve-hunnid
Y-y-you can't get this shit, you ain't making no money
You gon' rob who? You ain't taking nun' from me
Gave that bih' 'bout fifteen-hunnid
She gon' make that shit back for me
New Stingray, I'ma speed race
San Andreas we gon' do his ass like CJ
I got a gun but I ain't gon' use it, that's a dis-play
That's why every time I see you, you go this way
They say that I'm broke, well I'm bringing out the racks again
They say that I'm a hoe, 'til I pull up and in all black again
El black Chapo, all this work that I be traffickin'
They took me on a boat, just to go serve some Africans

My nigga I be fre-re-re-re-fresh
My nigga I be fre-re-re-re-fresh
My nigga I be fre-re-re-re-fre-re-re-re-fre-re-re-re-fresh

Bank account got area codes, just like a phone number
Get your shot from area codes, call that a long jumper
I got a Bay-area hoe, she let me long pump her
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, (and now she in a long coma)