Hey

(Intro)
Ay, Terry
Alcaze on the beat
5 hunnid, you know how bumblin
SBG in this b*tch, tell me why they breath stank so much
Young n**ga style and all the kings

(Verse One)
Hey
B*tch, what the f*ck is up?
I've been f*ckin dimes, I don't got time for a f*ckin smuch
I guess I've been f*ckin down lately, it ain't been no f*ckin up
But I might hit the town, move some pounds, then f*ck it up
We got Deano truckin us
Hit the road then, run it up
I was missing every shot, got off the bench and my buckets up
I've been moving around so much, they still like what the f*ck is stuck?
I've doing a lot of shows, I know that sh*t come with buzz
Hey baby, how you doing?
My name Kemo, I like shooting
Dice or pipes, yeah I get groovy
I love God, yeah hallelujah
I get freaky, Kama Sutra
You friends like me, I'ma swooper
I hit everybody seperate, now we all together coolin
I be chillin, I be bullin, I be spittin, I be foolin
I think I can be the greatest
Spaz, told me I could I do it
Spaz, that's my older brother
He watch over, I watch under
He make sure I keep from tweakin, I be tweakin, I'm above us
He kept his, we keep our thumper
Slide off opps, let off thunder
Let off hornets, we see them, they see us and they run from us
I've been chilling lately tho
You can't be my lady tho
You can my baby tho
You heard I got them crazy strokes
I ain't on no cocky sh*t, I'm just tryna persuade you tho
I'ma do more than sex you, I'ma take yo life and change it tho
You ain't gotta believe me
Too many girls already tryna see me
I got a jet like my front name was Stevie
And I'ma shoot at whoever please me
Oh, I gotta slow down
We can still take it off, have a throwdown, huh?
Yeah, you hear about me and I heard about you, it's a showdown, huh?
Maybe we should stop talking and go with our feelings, let's give it a go now huh, let's give it a go now, huh
I be sitchy
Play with me, it's risky
That's when sh*t get tricky
I get itchy
I need sucky sucky, I want licky licky
So, you can miss me with that sticky sticky
I'ma gon a Jimmy
We be f*ckin but when I see you in public, I'ma call you sissy
On some player sh*t
They do be knowing my business, I know they hating it
I know that hate, turn it to anger, the glizzy I stay with it
Please don't come in without no say because I lay it down, don't try to play with it
We might get the sprayin sh*t
Hold on, wait
Back to me
Im off Front avenue, actually
I'm also off Madison, that's the street
I have a phone number, that's a me
I'm from the land of savagery
I see my n*ggas progessin with a Gala Tree
You think I'm finna not make it a fantasy
My pockets already look like a salaseed
Oh sh*t, I got distracted
Im on and shorty phonin in traffic
Usually in the studio rapping
Try me like an audience and I get the clappin
I spit all this saucy, I let em have it
Play with that weight, I got it and I'm taxin
I'm either granded, locked in the studio, or not making moves then I'm relaxing

(Outro)
Yuh, um
There he is
Introduction
Bless the f*cking world