bring the noise

shut it down

want the drama

call your boys

stop talking

got a problem

bring the noise

got a problem

bring the noise

young nigga turned nothin' to a whole grip

whole grip

then half cable we had to play go fish

now i'm in the rap game plottin' on the whole shit

a nigga was feeling like brett favre back in '06

making plays off the phone flip

flip-phone on my phone clip

had to get home or mama gon' trip

love too busy taking bone grips

house party bumping so loud

make the song skip

give it to 'em raw on some shit

i got a couple dawgs out in zone 6

that know a couple broads

said they don't strip

or gon' get naked if you gon' tip

well

i ain't got no cash for that ass

just some patrone if you gon' sip

and some long dick- so big pants won't zip

oh you want this?

throw that shit to the boy bet you i won't miss

white girls holding glow sticks

shit-shit faced tryna' show tits

fake niggas in my face on that bro shit

but i ain't hearing ya'll

man i'm tryna' get involved

pre-gamed the whole zip and i feel gnarly

don't talk to me in the party

i can't hear you niggas sorry

sorry

shut it down

want the drama

call your boys

stop talking

got a problem

bring the noise

got a problem

bring the noise

ganja up in the air for the night

on stage it's dreads and a mic

fresh nigga make your girl wanna give me brain on site

and promoters gon' pay cause i'm nice

i gotta keep it going for everybody

when i bounce

take a pound

break it down

and roll an ounce

tech decks cut the necks out my shirts

and get more compliments on that than her purse

hot damn spent five bucks

you five racks

still can't get your chick off my back

all up on my twitter

fuck off my sack

only want cheese

treat her like a rat

come to hoh

the house

see the facts

then come to the crib

leave yo' phone where it's at

you hit her on the jack she don't text a nigga back

so it coming to how i do it

you can't buy that

s-w-a-g

whatever you call it

everybody plotting

anticipating you falling

paying off the refs and telling them how to call it

so i don't wanna talk to you niggas now that i'm ballin'

dealers said place your bets

and now we all in

every girl you double-tapped is about to fall in

bouncing no starlin

after she off it

tell her n-o like we back in new orleans

no you can't go

i got business to handle

and benjy no benjies what we need our hands on

feeling like john stockton all these hoes i passed on

rip to this shit i just gassed on

promise you do it like this and you'll last long

do it like you don't know when it's your last song

know you feel stupid

if we what you passed on

i give you a break

niggas go put your gas on

i pre-gamed the whole zip and i feel gnarly

don't talk to me in the party

i can't hear you niggas sorry

sorry