Yeah, yeah, yeah



[Verse 1]

OK, supercalifragilistic, ambionic, go ballistic

Coldest on my chain and wrist lit (automatic)

Sign a face lift, uh

One time gotta hit 'em with the, uh

Two time like a back stabber

Baby, come and hear the pitta-patta

Kiss my (hey) back-scratcher

Do you smell a lie la-la-la

Don't need dope la-la-la-la

Don't see your la-la-la-la

Now time for the (shh), wait a minute

Do you smell a lie la-la-la

Don't need dope la-la-la-la

Don't see don't la-la-la-la

No time for the (hey), wait a minute



[Pre-Chorus]

I can't left the scene

Poppin' out the magazine

Click-clock, set it off

We'll run to the parking lot