Boy, you got me geeked
Spinning and dreaming in your heat
Incapable of speaking
‘Cause you’re so sweet like Reese’s
A fresh young ****, so love
So tough with his stuff
Smoking that good good
Living in the hood
Strapped with the gat
Wearing your red hat
Got your whole crew on deck
Controlling the block

You know you hot with your swagger
With your notorious flex
With your glorious lex
Equipped with the rims and tinted windows
With the pioneer touchscreen car stereo and speakers
Representing like a real G
So dangerous like angel dust
Chucking the deuces up
To whoever comes thru

****, you’re the truth
Everything I ***** with in a ****
Located up north in the Brooklyn streets
You’re so lit like a freak
Getting rude with the Henny
Guaranteed to be a winner
Packing your stacks
The way Trav like it

I need a goon like you
That can tune my engine
Take me up to your room
And we can get busy
With memorable kisses and touching
Sexing ghetto style
Getting buck wild
Riding your stick
Feeling your grip
Oh, you’re so sick
Baby, keep hitting it like that
I want that **** passion
So, I can never forget
How you put it on, Big T