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