Can't DieBop, bop, bop, bop, bop perfect!
I had to cut off my friends, I
Went and copped some new bands, yeah
I just went met a new dancer
I think that ho from Atlanta (yeah)
We pullin' up to your
Crib, leavin' a present, i'm Santa
Coppin ThoseYeah (yeah, ayy) , I was in the trap, 2011
Havin' codeine dreams with a Smith & Wesson
They wanna OD me, they not on my level, one
I need more than one bitch, think I need two
Three bad hoes in the lobby waitin' for
I don't do no half checks, I get paid in full
Hit 'em with the MAC
Had 'em dancin' like the folks
Keep All ThatYeah, yeah, yeah baby, you can keep all that
All that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you can keep all of that
Keep all of that
And all of your stress and
Drunk texts and missed calls
You can keep all of that
Never FailJohn yeah, ah
I could never fail
Grab the scale, new pack in through the mail
And just bought some new Chanel
I just wanna do you well and do well by you
That nigga ain't knew you well
I could tell by the way