I gotta halo inside of my pocket that light up a mansion,
I gotta hundred more looking like rambo popping up random.
In love with Beretta
.380 a set-up she think I'm cancer
I'm not dancer
Snap on the light like I'm Jackson

Booyah
Her words are smooth
Booyah
His chains are cool
Oooyaa
I played the fool
Booyah
He played the flute