stress one call got my dogs going manic pick a picture putcha on some fabric off the leash got the bands running rampant put the pedal to the floor and vanish yeah yeah i be on that old bullshit tank full cup spilling wreaking havoc if i pass it to you tell me can you handle it hold it down lil bitch don t panic fully loaded rocking bandanas look how they try to swag us they got no manners i can t trust the flash from every camera know them jump out boys wanna jam us wipe a nigga nose if it s runny we flood the streets and spend show money a smart mouth gon getcha sold a dummy we play them games hit the sticks push the buttons gotta hold myself to a higher standard don t nothing come between me and my family bitches meeting me with no panties lemme see it baby girl from every angle i turn strangers to known faces i got some exes in low places the way she act now i can t blame her but you can miss me with the fuck shit who you who you who you niggas think you are thought it was fucking with not the kid no way i got super super charge out the big block crate wanna run with the bull ole ole mama used to joke and say it must be hard being you on the calm that s the best part about being me i ain t did nothing in my life but stay true pimp my voice and mack these beats i can t stress it enough i can t stress it enough i can t stress it enough i can t i can t i can t stress it enough i can t i can t i can t stress it enough no no i can t stress it enough i can t stress it enough no i can t i can t i can t i can t stress it enough aye aye aye aye mind on money give a fuck what you think either hopping in the water or you walking off a plank yeah i m higher than a bird and i m flying with the hawks yeah we paying shooters get shot nigga real talk hell nah i ain t no psychic but i know you boys don t like me finna buy some jewels just to see who gon try it home or the road can t keep these bitches out my phone need something fast just for when i need time alone zoom zoom in the impala chromed out forgiato hit the brakes burn the tires overtake make it holla grip the streets by its collar ripping up the steering column hop out leave the engine running bet they won t see it coming pull up tugging on the skully windows down speakers dumping yep i need all of it tell papi fry the onions good food in my belly don t get calls to my celly hit me on the wifi be damned if they tap mine got my pants up with my left hand rolling grams up twist a dutches on the steps with my right hand got my bands up tryna put it on a kickstand need a new lean plug they done locked the juiceman man these streets crazy i need a bird give a bitch a different dummy addy every time she swerve girl i gotta get swayze calm my nerves and i still freak a black nigga fuck whatcha heard  i can t stress it enough i can t stress it enough i can t i can t i can t stress it enough i can t i can t i can t stress it enough no no i can t stress it enough i can t stress it enough no i can t i can t i can t i can t stress it enough aye aye aye aye