Fuck!

[Chorus]
Fuck, shopping at Saks, I'm shopping at Neiman
Poppin' these tags, I feel like a demon
Hellcat, Blazin', you know it's speeding off
120 we off the rails, yeah we beamin'
Cops pullin' up, yeah we leanin'
Lil bitch, yeah she fiendin' for my love

[Verse 1]
And she fiend for the chronic
Yeah, 'cause that bitch she demonic
Yeah, you know we pull up on it
Yeah, but I told her to stop it
Or else I pull up with the rocket
I let that shit hit, then I lock it
Yeah bitch, yeah we pop shit
Yeah bitch, yeah we stomp shit
'Cause I feel like that bitch, she been oppin'
I feel like Kodak, the way I been flockin'
Yeah we bust down the door, yeah we scammin' and robbin'
Me and Ven the best duo since Batman and Robin
If you come to my city, yeah we gotta' lock in
I'mma make this shit last, yeah I won't be forgotten
Feel like D'jango Unchained, with the Glock I be poppin'
You can call a whole army, you know you ain't stoppin'
(You Ain't Stoppin' Us)

[Chorus]
Fuck, shopping at Saks, I'm shopping at Neiman
Poppin' these tags, I feel like a demon
Hellcat, Blazin', you know it's speeding off
120 we off the rails, yeah we beamin'
Cops pullin' up, yeah we leanin'
Lil bitch, yeah she fiendin' for my love

[Verse 2]
Put the sticks to your face, you bout to get blown'
Yeah this ain't a race, but you bout to get smoked
Yeah I'm on the slopes, yeah I'm feelin' coke'd
We out to L.A. wit' 'em bands and 'em poles
You better not fold, yeah you under pressure
Yeah you under oath, yeah we carry the Glock and the tommy got both
You know we dump 'em mags and we mofuckin' gone
Yeah I'm gone
I ain't even know what I'm on
Look at me you ain't see no flaw
Yeah you hit my line, you want it all
But lil bitch jus' wanna see me fall down
Built it all up, but I broke that wall down
All this money blowin', I'mma ball out
So I'm coppin' the Louie, the Gucci
The Ricky, the Prada
Let's see who gon' call now
Fuck it, I'm goin' all out
Got more money, more problems, it's on now
That bitch said she love me, told her calm down
I cannot stop now
Minute by minute, the clock yeah it runs out
I got bitches on bitches, you know that they all down
Slip, catch you slippin' we droppin' 'em bombs now
Whip, yeah I'm whippin' the SRT gone now
(Yeah I'm Gone)

[Chorus]
Fuck, shopping at Saks, I'm shopping at Neiman
Poppin' these tags, I feel like a demon
Hellcat, Blazin', you know it's speeding off
120 we off the rails, yeah we beamin'
Cops pullin' up, yeah we leanin'
Lil bitch, yeah she fiendin' for my love