If you're an artist on the fence about your album

Push it back

Please!

Things have just changed for the summer

What's my body count? I'm not Ice-T

I'm a Cop Killer, shit, I might be Ice-T (Woo!)

Got a brick of Coco in the whip, I might be Ice-T (Woo!)

I can bless you if you want, shit, ask me nicely (Woo!)

Moving weight, I got keys like valet

Ship worldwide like Dalé (Woo!)

I can do this shit all day, take my chopper on a date

You are on the dinner plate, reservations are at 8

Don't be scared, don't be late, seen the look on his face

Organized him, cleaned him up, had to put him in his place

Parked his ass like valet

Parked his ass like va-

Parked his ass like valet

I got keys, like valet

Parked his ass like valet

Treat my choppa like a Bop-It

Click it, load it, please don't drop it

Treat my choppa like a Bop-It

(That's called motherfucking bars nigga)

(You know nothing about that!)

Park his ass like valet

Money Gru, like Minion

Yellow diamonds like Minion

Chef it up, filet mignon

Chop him, up, filleted him, yum

You flew too close to the sun

Icarus, you're my son

Bet you feel really dumb

I'm the one with a gun

Pack it up, I already won

Little bitch, I gotta go

Talk my ear off like Van Gogh

Heard him talking out his neck

'Cause, 'cause, 'cause

'Cause I had to slit his throat

(Dude come on man the crazy talker's coming)

(Argh!)

Parked his ass like valet

I got keys, like valet

Parked his ass like valet

Treat my choppa like a Bop-It

Click it, load it, please don't drop it

Treat my choppa like a Bop-It

Parked his ass like valet

BODY COUNT