[Verse 1]
Roll call, Michael? (Here)
Total psycho (Yup)
Just signed up for GEICO, are your rates high? Hell if I know (Ha)
Money I spent is money I stole, just bought myself an oversized home
With a housewife who blows my dough on expensive cars and Lypo (Bitch)
But you know, it's not that bad, I'm a good husband and a greater dad (Yeah, right)
But I feel like Walter White, 'cause you know I like to go breaking bad
"Screw you, I hate you dad!" Son of a bitch, you take it back
Time for me to see my shrink, goddammit, my family's wack
Get back, cheap hoes, I'm with repo'
So people on these streets know I won't be no hero
Check yo' ego, this won't be easy, bro
Like GTA with cheat codes, you won't get shit for free, no
Street cred'? Have a lot, if you don't think I'm bad enough
When I'm on the track it's like NASCAR, Jeff Gordon thinks I'm fast enough
Grab a gun (What?), rob a bank (Uh), hit the club (Yeah), make it rain (Woo)
Tits and ass (Uh), it's all the same (Yeah), I wanna hear you scream my name
[Chorus]
This is the life all my homies have been lookin' for
What you think we brought this motherfuckin' ruckus for?
We 'bout to bust you up, your future's lookin' rough
Boy, fuck yo' hood, 'cause I don't think yo' hood is hood enough
[Verse 2]
Knock knock, it's Trevor
Craziest crackhead redneck ever
When I'm in the cockpit, I'm pretty clever
But other than that, well, never (Hahaha)
Kind of overdue for a checkup
Couldn't give a shit, 'cause I'm gonna make cheddar (Cha-ching)
All about the money, nothing better (Nope)
Sick of this trailer, god, I need a new setup
Give me all you got you, wench, don't have cash? Write a check (Please)
Riding 'round the desert, taking all that I can get (Yeehaw)
Crystal Meth on my breath, I don't get too much sex (Gross)
Don't got much hair on my head, look like shit, smell like death
Scuba divin', air glidin', fighter jets and bear fightin'
Customizin' all my rides, ask the ladies 'cause they likin' (Ooh, yeah)
You and me, that ain't right, that ain't gonna be a fair fight
You'll leave the scene in a body bag, trust me, airtight
Roll call, Michael? (Here)
Total psycho (Yup)
Just signed up for GEICO, are your rates high? Hell if I know (Ha)
Money I spent is money I stole, just bought myself an oversized home
With a housewife who blows my dough on expensive cars and Lypo (Bitch)
But you know, it's not that bad, I'm a good husband and a greater dad (Yeah, right)
But I feel like Walter White, 'cause you know I like to go breaking bad
"Screw you, I hate you dad!" Son of a bitch, you take it back
Time for me to see my shrink, goddammit, my family's wack
Get back, cheap hoes, I'm with repo'
So people on these streets know I won't be no hero
Check yo' ego, this won't be easy, bro
Like GTA with cheat codes, you won't get shit for free, no
Street cred'? Have a lot, if you don't think I'm bad enough
When I'm on the track it's like NASCAR, Jeff Gordon thinks I'm fast enough
Grab a gun (What?), rob a bank (Uh), hit the club (Yeah), make it rain (Woo)
Tits and ass (Uh), it's all the same (Yeah), I wanna hear you scream my name
[Chorus]
This is the life all my homies have been lookin' for
What you think we brought this motherfuckin' ruckus for?
We 'bout to bust you up, your future's lookin' rough
Boy, fuck yo' hood, 'cause I don't think yo' hood is hood enough
[Verse 2]
Knock knock, it's Trevor
Craziest crackhead redneck ever
When I'm in the cockpit, I'm pretty clever
But other than that, well, never (Hahaha)
Kind of overdue for a checkup
Couldn't give a shit, 'cause I'm gonna make cheddar (Cha-ching)
All about the money, nothing better (Nope)
Sick of this trailer, god, I need a new setup
Give me all you got you, wench, don't have cash? Write a check (Please)
Riding 'round the desert, taking all that I can get (Yeehaw)
Crystal Meth on my breath, I don't get too much sex (Gross)
Don't got much hair on my head, look like shit, smell like death
Scuba divin', air glidin', fighter jets and bear fightin'
Customizin' all my rides, ask the ladies 'cause they likin' (Ooh, yeah)
You and me, that ain't right, that ain't gonna be a fair fight
You'll leave the scene in a body bag, trust me, airtight
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