Intro: Ambjaay, Too $hort, & Lil Juice 
Blow the whistle 
Blow the whistle 
Blow the whistle 
Blow the 
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) 
Ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me? 

Verse 1: Ambjaay 
Ayy, blow the whistle 
All this bitch get is a pickle 
Chopper gon' erase a nigga up like a pencil 
Cute face, fat ass with some dimples 
Man, I'm bleedin' on these beats like a menstrual 
Spin that ass like the fan on the ceiling 
No Popeyes, bitch, I'm gettin' chicken 
She wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga trippin' 
Put the dick in her mouth, man, her tooth ain't got filling 
AMB independent 
Scream my name when I'm in it 
Jumpin' out the gym, man, I feel like Blake Griffin 
Bitch, I go H.A.M., I ain't talkin' Thanksgiving 
Gettin' head like a fitted 
Get the cash, then I'm dippin' 

Chorus: Ambjaay & Wiz Khalifa 
Is it me or is it you? 
You can tell she'll go, got her name in her hoops 
Chillin' with the gang, they got bitches in the coupe 
Fell in love with her thang, she blow the dick like a flute 
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot 
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke 
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup 
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you (Okay) 
I'ma do what I do 

Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa
Bitch, I'm the truth
They tell me I'm greedy, I'ma need you, you, and you
They come when I'm leavin', only two seats in the coupe
Come fuck with Khalifa, I heard your nigga is a loser
Baby girl choose up, know about my music
Nigga talkin' shit, don't get your baby daddy bruised up
We just had a couple shots and now she in the mood to fuck
Tryna beat it up, I ain't in the mood for love
So fuck your Valentine
I'm a busy nigga, I don't have the time
It's difficult enough tryna balance mine
In the club and I'm standin' on the couch
When we go back to the crib, I'm tryna put it in your mouth

Chorus: Ambjaay
Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she'll go, got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang, they got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with her thang, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
I'ma do what I do

Verse 3: Ambjaay
Fell in love with the loot
Follow the leader, you only tough in a group
Ballin' on niggas, I'm MVP when I hoop
I'm fuckin' her good, I beat the pussy 'til it's noon
Blow the whistle, blow the pickle
Shake that ass, make it clap, make it wiggle

Chorus: Ambjaay
Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she'll go, got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang, they got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with her thang, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
I'ma do what I do

Outro: Lil Juice & Too $hort
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Bitch