Boom!. Phizzle. Yah. Young Track. Uhh ooh. Yasimelike leggo. Leggo. Leggo. Leggo. Boom ha ha. [T-Pain:]. Rockstar mentality. I'm too real can you deal with reality?. Hoes running after me. Cause you ain't have to admit I am so your bitch fuck half of me. Yeah we go nuts like SU's. And niggas hating cause the speakers bigger than Shaq's shoes. We act fools you know we pack tools. We don't fit the description it's just a bunch of black dudes. So back down okay okay. I don't fuck around no way. Bring the trouble to your town and I know you hear the sound. I be grindin' nigga I ain't went to sleep in four days. Going ham is what I specialize in. Bugatti is all that I ride in. Ain't no need for that violence. But if it is I leave a nigga neck crooked like a violin. Boom!. Leggo. Leggo. Somebody goin get it. Summited young track. (Hit em with it). [Severe:]. I take my shirt off and all the hoes just scream. I thank I'm Juiceman rocking all 6 Rings. Pull up on your board with the trunk just beating. Like what is 2-10's compared to 4-15's. Jewelry all black charm is canary. My ring finger blinking like I'm getting married. Neck full of chumps arm full of karats. Got my shit on every Tom Dick and Harry. When I hit the club you know that they goin grill. So I mash out on sumthing I know that they goin feel. I'm swagged out it's nothing I know that I'm goin drill. Cause my bankrollers like park over ya own wheels. Wanna be down like a flat tire blow. Gotta have mouth like a dragon fire blow. And it's a rap for you lames gyro. I'm going out with a bang pyro. Who is that? [x3]. C'mon