[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Nigga ain't let me catch my breath
Nah, you heard me?
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahhh! Peek-a-boo, bitch! (Yeah) Swag scare your kids (Huh?)
My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit (Really)
Gorillas in the mist, pro-Black: pump they fist
I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips (Blah)
Silence lambs, bitch (Yes), run through your land tripping (Hahaha)
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can you? (No)
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas (Ha)
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house slippers (Ah)
I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax your mental (Bitch)
Shit, you know what I do; now, tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented (Right), the man car killing (Yes)
Gossiping? Man, fuck the car! Look at the man in it, ha!
Ha! Boys-to-man business (Yes), we don't hire bitches (No)
Just fire bitches: Young Money fire-spitters (Ahhh)
Them red ants is with us (Haha), and they ain't ate they dinner (No)
Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish
I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a f-fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious, Young No-Beard
Get soup, like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch
Nigga ain't let me catch my breath
Nah, you heard me?
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahhh! Peek-a-boo, bitch! (Yeah) Swag scare your kids (Huh?)
My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit (Really)
Gorillas in the mist, pro-Black: pump they fist
I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips (Blah)
Silence lambs, bitch (Yes), run through your land tripping (Hahaha)
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can you? (No)
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas (Ha)
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house slippers (Ah)
I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax your mental (Bitch)
Shit, you know what I do; now, tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented (Right), the man car killing (Yes)
Gossiping? Man, fuck the car! Look at the man in it, ha!
Ha! Boys-to-man business (Yes), we don't hire bitches (No)
Just fire bitches: Young Money fire-spitters (Ahhh)
Them red ants is with us (Haha), and they ain't ate they dinner (No)
Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish
I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a f-fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious, Young No-Beard
Get soup, like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch
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