Start Somethin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ] Everyday we lit, bitch, it's Christmas Three grams in my wood, ain't no incense We just walked out of Crazy Girls, paid like six bands DJ from the Clan, when they ask "Damn, who is this?" C's on my body for Dior, you can't get this TwoFr, BucksClan got it poppin' like a kickflip Big foreigns when we pull up, we ain't riding in no stickshift Sport mode pullin' off, going fast though If I crash then I die with a bad ho [Verse 2: Jeeezy] My bitch mad, she gon' cry in a Jag though 550s, i8s, we some assholes And we pulling up with sticks, we got mad poles I'll pull up AR in the Lambo We'll pull up to your show, that shit cancelled Get to poppin' in this bitch, Roman candles Louie bag, but got G's on her sandles Neezy ask how many P's I can handle [Verse 3: Kalan.FrFr] Aye, send a hundred, I move lows in a week and a half Getting beasty in a Jag, with a freak and some cash Paul Walker if I crash, I'ma die with a bag Bad lil' bitch with a whole lotta ass She a scholar with that head, took her right outta class Getting jiggy with the safe, I gotta put on my mask I'm getting twenty bands a show, that's a whole lotta tags [Verse 4: Jeeezy] Bitch in love yeah she got me on her background I was down on my ass, I got racks now Ball on niggas, I.T. up in Sactown He hit the stage and started singing like this Motown [Verse 5: DJ] Remember I ain't have shit, I ain't broke now Now I'm spending thousands for a coat now Yacht party, hundred bitches sink the boat down Yeah she used to be your bitch, but she my ho now [Verse 6: Kalan.FrFr] Backwood full of [?] Was a whole hundred shots, we had two .50s Whole hundred on my watch, neck 250 Put a hundred on your top, now your bitch missing Put a hundred on your block, now your trap bunking Thick white bitch, ass look like two pumpkins I'm off a [?] lil mama, ain't no quick pumping And I ain't even tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck something [Verse 7: DJ] And we ain't going without no blower, Neezy tuck something She ain't coming out with me 'less she suck something Lamb truck, all these buttons, eh, don't touch nothing I be fucking niggas' bitches, I can't trust nothing Quarterback, and Imma [?] Heard you froze up [?] we ain't touch nothing 160 in the Lamb, got my heart pumping TwoFr, BucksClan, we tryna start something [Verse 8: Jeeezy] I ain't even tryna fuck, bitch just show me the dome Pop a pill, booted up, put me right in my zone 15 for a verse, bitch, I'm Patrick Mahomes Eleven bitches to the house, feel like [?] Make her pull up to the stu, knock me down in the booth She know I be fucking hoes, I be telling the truth Nigga, come get your bitch, got your ho on the loose 1942, she ain't fucking with Goose