Turn on dat jerk

[Chorus]
Fuck what you listenin' to, turn on that jerk
Hop on beats and I make money, bitch, I do not go to work (I do not go to work)
Baby, I'm off a couple blunts, I might be geekin' off the Earth
She said "I miss you, let's go back, I know I done did you dirt"
I'm like (Yeah) "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
(Yeah) Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Yeah)
(Yeah) Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Uh, huh)
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Yeah)
Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur (Apple Bottom jeans)
[?] the gang, nigga, that's a blur
Chops for yo' gang, you might just get hurt
Bad lil' bitty, she be tryna flirt
Ass and titties, I'm tryna put work in
Can't fuck wit' him, he a snake, don't move with serpents, uh
Ridin' on beats, I be surfin'
Up in the crib, vibin', I'm feelin' perfect
I get money, [?]
I be flyer than crows
Goin' up, bitch, fosho
Bakery, I get dough
She tryn' pop out to the show
They can't fuck with my flow
Gangy don't think I'll go blow up, he think I'm psycho (I'm psycho)
Ay (Woah-oh)
I just copped a new chain, nigga, you can't touch this
Choppa got the aimbot, when I shoot, [?]
Can't cuff me a lame thot, shawty, we just fuckin'
He don't really bang shit, he just out for nothin' (Yuh)

[Verse]
He don't really bang shit, he just out for no-nothin'
Shoot like I'm Calvin Cambridge, get to ru-runnin'
Not in a band, but I'm dru-drummin'
Blue pockets, bitch, I'm [?]
And I feel like Kankan, how I pun-punch shit
Bands on me, I might get to thumb-thumbin'
I don't really rap, I just [?]
(Fuck what you listenin' to, turn on that jerk)

[Chorus]
Fuck what you listenin' to, turn on that jerk
Hop on beats and I make money, bitch, I do not go to work (I do not go to work)
Baby, I'm off a couple blunts, I might be geekin' off the Earth
She said "I miss you, let's go back, I know I done did you dirt"
I'm like (Yeah) "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm"
(Yeah) Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Yeah)
(Yeah) Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Uh, huh)
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Yeah)
Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur (Apple Bottom jeans)
[?] the gang, nigga, that's a blur
Chops for yo' gang, you might just get hurt
Bad lil' bitty, she be tryna flirt
Ass and titties, I'm tryna put work in
Can't fuck wit' him, he a snake, don't move with serpents, uh
Ridin' on beats, I be surfin'
Up in the crib, vibin', I'm feelin' perfect
I get money, [?]
I be flyer than crows
Goin' up, bitch, fosho
Bakery, I get dough
She tryn' pop out to the show
They can't fuck with my flow
Gangy don't think I'll go blow up, he think I'm psycho (I'm psycho)
Ay (Woah-oh)
I just copped a new chain, nigga, you can't touch this
Choppa got the aimbot, when I shoot, [?]
Can't cuff me a lame thot, shawty, we just fuckin'
He don't really bang shit, he just out for nothin' (Yuh)