[Verse 1: The Game] Stepped off of that G6 Hit the club on that G shit You see the belt, that's a G bitch And I'm 'bout to kill Chief Keef shit Just killed my nigga Meek shit Then I killed my nigga French shit Got a french bitch, no friendship And she giving my dick a french kiss A fuck nigga that's that shit I don't like Arm hanging out the window Of that black Ghost with them chrome pipes Tell them niggas it's gon' be a long night Bitches wanna chill, we gon' need some more ice Shout out to John Wall, man that nigga nice Club leaning nigga, we gon' need some more Sprite Real nigga in these Ray-Bans Fuck the judge we don't take stands Tape Feds, we don't shake hands Put a gap in your mouth, Strahan Hundred racks in these cargos Push the button, these cars go Six cradle that 'Lago Six spades, black card ho Got homies out in Chicago With that full clip on that bullshit Dang nigga, that's Rozay Moving packs on 'em in MJs I got a thick bitch with a thin waist Got a condo where something slim stay Got a Rolex Presidente Got black diamonds, Kunta Kinte Hot boy like Turk and them Hot wheels, we swerving them Next year we getting Deron Williams Gon' do Lebron like Dirk and them
[Verse 2: Chris Brown] A fuck nigga that's that shit I don't like They throwin' bottles, I'm throwin' models, just cause I gave a bitch long pipe Doing shows on the soccer field, that's dome right I be singing, he be singing so it's on, sight But hold up, I ain't give a nigga no green light This head up, my bread up, one on one, What you scared bruh? Huh, matter fact take care bruh, you a pussy nigga My nigga Tunechi yeah that nigga nice Shout out to Nicki man that ass tight Them eyebrows, man them shits is yikes! OVO you overdose, screaming YOLO, no I live twice