Malibu's Most Wanted

I just gotta hit that bitch one more time though

That bitch was so crazy

Hokatiwi

Like, damn

Ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Smile while I shoot the Glock, the anger really in the bullet

I was Bébé every time I came and got a whooping

See my teacher out like, shit, I made it, thought I couldn't

Bust my first scam at fourteen, I was made for jugging

Middle school, was at the bus stop with a dumb knot

Blowing zas till my lungs stop or my blood clots

Heard that tick-tick, oh shit, you got that one watch?

Got that drip-drip, Balenciaga, these them one socks

Me and Stan touchdown, huh, Eli and Peyton

You can be Betty Crocker, bitch, I ain't got time for caking

Bro'll do him foul with the Tech, that's my type of flavor

Punched a hundred Apple Watchеs, still ain't got the time for waiting

Worked sixty hours this week, how you got timе for hating?

Talking 'bout the sauce? Okay, whole time he Plankton

This a motherfucking headshot, it ain't no time for Matrix

Hutch sent me to the ER, he got my sinus aching

You can get yo ass beat or you can get yo ass shot

Thousand for a jack box, ain't never touched a crack rock

Bro got a big K, he ride around on caps lock

Unc' the people's champ in the pot, he make the trap rock

Juke 12 out, hit they ass with a Shammgod

Bitch, leave me 'lone, I ain't tipping, where's my lamb chops?

Walking with my brothers on the beach from the sandbox

Passed Stan the blicky, told him shoot it like his hand hot

Chasing down the mailman, running out my house shoes

I could up at least a fifty ball, that's without blues

Throw a bow to my brother, that's a Marc and Pau move

Eyes low as hell, the cookie hit me with a Yao move

If I call my Taliban, you gon' hear the sound "boom"

Life so backwards, rainy days'll be the droughts too

Talking 'bout later, like, nah, I need it now, boo

Whip loud as hell, happy that the booth is soundproof

Untouched than a bitch, boy, I'm sick of death threats

I could be a dime short and wouldn't need yo ten cents

AR got a muscle on that fucker, I don't bench press

Keep switching sides, fuck around and get the ref stretched

Ride around with 'Woods, we'll flip him like a Tech Deck

I'll put yo money on me if you ain't bet yet

Only six people fit, oh, this a jet jet

Six hundred dollar thread, count a thousand dollar bed set

Fit five thousand like, bitch, I'm just "guesstimating"

Bitch bougie, want that crab legs with the extra Cajun

At this point

I'm starting to think that every bitch was made ungrateful

First punishment I made ten, now I hate the cable

Whole year was off the punches, I ain't made a payment

Pillow talking-ass, catch you out like, "She made me say it"

Yeah, I talk to God but, shit, man, I ain't an angel

Upping dog shit, granny said, "That's gon' make 'em hate you"

Huh, like, shit, I'm finna make 'em hate me

I know how it feels being down so I make 'em pay me

Drop a fake check in BOA and do the bank so crazy

I done came Glocky and Kenzo so it's hard to tame me

If I see the opps, I won't stop shooting till the army chase me

Hustle DNA, ain't got no feelings so it's hard to break me

Five thousand dollar worth of Nike if I slide the card at Macy's

A hundred rounder with the red dots so I'm hardly aiming