(All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest)
(Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese)
(Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece)
(And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police)
Yeah, yeah

I got juice in my cup (yeah)
Spark it up then
Light it up then, call your dead man
Tell me, yeah, do your bands dance?
Juice in my cup, ridin' fast, huh, big whip
In the Tonka truck and I can't crash
'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast
Yeah, you seem so dead
we chopped your head off (woo-woo-woo)
If we so dead, then why we so rich
and why we so alive? (Yeah)
I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (woo-woo)
Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah
'cause I've been so fly (phew)
I put a lot on the head, got a lot on the inside, uh
Always got them turnin' around
Break your neck then
Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man
Yeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO man
You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then
We gon' leave you out to hang like a hammock
Yeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand it
Yeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheese
And I got so much of this bread
it's like it's creepin' on me, a disease
And I got so much of this money
Put 'em in whips, I put 'em in trees
Got the money, shank, the power, respect
The thing I only need
And you want to get head like me
But you never seen what I've seen
I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease

All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest
Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese
Don't understand how I got this minky on me
might as well call this shit fleece
And your head might as well got a bullet in it
somebody gon' call the police

I got juice in my cup (yeah)
Spark it up then
Light it up then, call your dead man
Tell me, yeah, do your bands dance?
Juice in my cup, ridin' fast, huh, big whip
In the Tonka truck and I can't crash
'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast
Yeah, you seem so dead
we chopped your head off (woo-woo-woo)
If we so dead, then why we so rich
and why we so alive? (Yeah)
I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (woo-woo)
Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah
'cause I've been so fly (phew)
I put a lot on the head, got a lot on the inside, uh
Always got them turnin' around Break your neck then
Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man
Yeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO man
You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then
We gon' leave you out to hang like a hammock
Yeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand it
Yeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheese
And I got so much of this bread
it's like it's creepin' on me, a disease
And I got so much of this money
Put 'em in whips, I put 'em in trees
Got the money, shank, the power, respect
The thing I only need
And you want to get head like me
But you never seen what I've seen
I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease

Yeah, all white party, get in
so I'll pull up with that priest
Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese
Don't understand how I got this minky on me
might as well call this shit fleece
And your head might as well got a bullet in it
somebody gon' call the police (yeah, yeah)