Lyrics
[Intro]
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
[Ayee]
I'm tired of talking on
Tha phone I'm sick of conversation
I'm comin to ya crib
and youAlready kno wat it is
Shut up shut up yeah shut up
Now rip my clothes off
I'm tired of talking on
Tha phone I'm sick of conversation
I'm comin to ya crib
and youAlready kno wat it is
Shut up shut up yeah shut up
Now rip my clothes off
[Verse 1]
Checked out his wrist yeah
Checked out his kicks
I Keep two at all times
I be pimping so I
Gas em up with the subscription,
I see he got diamonds in the pendant
Looking like a full course meal,
I’m independent
No dependents, shorty get some business
Before you end up on the hit list
I Don’t play that, when we face off
cocaine 8 balls
Blind them by the lights
I call em Ray Charles
I’m a convict no Akon
But I blow vocals like Akon
no hendo
but I dropped the F bomb
& I’m counting all
My blessings thank god
[CHORUS]
I'm tired of talking on
Tha phone I'm sick of conversation
I'm comin to ya crib
and youAlready kno wat it is
Shut up shut up yeah shut up
Now rip my clothes off
Cause you’re about to blow
My back out blow my back
Out blow my back out (ay)
(you kno) you bout to blow
My back out (ok) blow my back
Out blow this back out
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
[Ayee]