[Intro: ABG Neal]
Uh
Let's do it
Uh, uh
[Verse 1: ABG Neal]
I'ma pull up in Rolls Royce
You get locked and sing like Prince Royce
I'm in the back of the back
Me and bro we like back to back
A matter of fact, my fiend had an asthma attack
My bitch need to have good drip
It don't get better than that
Who's that?
At the door tryna come in my trap (Bitch)
Why you blowin' my jack?
Off the Henny feelin' biggy like Max
Rubber band on the stacks
Tell that bitch she better relax
Blow a bag at Saks
And they think I'm a dyke with them straps
[Verse 2: Slayter]
Call me Royce, I pull up in a double R
Got a bitch from DR that I'm fuckin' raw
Got the work and I'm makin' it somersault
Heard my lil nigga robbed you, it ain't my fault
And I'm fuckin' the bitch to some Prince Royce
Dick so good, I'll fuck your bitch then send her an invoice
I pop a perc and I enjoy
I flew the bitch to PR, fuck with the gang we send them to the ER
They hatin' but I never see y'all
And I got the pistol, spinnin' like a retard
We don't speak on shit that we saw
Headshots only, 'cause God wanna meet y'all
And I'm so high that I might just freefall
Say he robbed me, but I do not recall