Want me

Fah, fah
 Fah, fah
 Fah, fah
 Fah, fah-fah, fah
 Hit a nigga up, call it 2Pac
 She tryna play my song on the boombox
 I'm in the back, and I'm chillin' with two thots
 Look at that girl like, "Man, that bitch too hot"
 Shout-out to Autumn 'cause I got two Glocks (VDV got it)
 Jumped off the porch, now I'm on the rooftop
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 Bad lil' bitch and she givin' me knowledge
 Shawty real fine and she go to college
 Might give that girl all the money in my wallet
 Me and my niggas, you know that we ballin'
 I brought a .40 and bro brought the MAC in
 Me and my niggas, yeah, we never lackin'
 .40 gon' make that boy dance, Michael Jackson
 Niggas is mad 'cause the paper I'm stackin'
 It's gettin' real messy, think I need a napkin
 Told that boy Millie K, he gon' hand me the MAC-10
 No, I'm not a Crip, but I get it crackin'
 If I see a hoe, I'ma blow her back in
 Look at your boy, you know that I'm paper chasin'
 I'm sounding like DAMI, no reparations
 Me and my bros going on vacation
 Like Quavo, I can't wait to say that we made it
 Call me Santana 'cause I stay on go
 I'm sorry, bro, I ain't tried to steal your flow
 I'm 4'2" in real life, I stand on my money, I'm 5'2"
 Yo' ass been talkin', can't wait 'til we find you
 I stick to yo' ho just like she some fine glue
 No King Von, but nigga, she mine too