eXcitEd Lyrics

R.T., you good, bro

All this Hermes, it got her excited

We flew to Paris, it got her excited

448 yea she like how I ride it

One of my niggas done caught em a body

Went to the bank and I made a deposit

Smokin' on dank every day, it's exotic

Think its bath salt way she turned to a zombie

Hollister my shirt and I'm wearin' Abercrombie

I'm fuckin' her friend, I got her embarrassed

Rick Ross, I'm havin' more green than a pear

Put out your fire just like Smokey the Bear

Quarterbacking shit just like Steven McNair

Carti on my left wrist, ooh, ooh

I'm with a bitch, she havin' deja vu

Give up the pussy, she know I'm the coolest

Me and my niggas, fuck hoes by the group

Niggas be fruity, tryna get in the loop

Want me to cream, she want me to scoop her

Just this weekend, I was fuckin' on two

Me and Plu Heph ran a train on a groupie

I might pass the bitch off just like alley oop

Like the captain, I walk in, they salute me

Couldn't believe I got a Cartier wrist

Lookin' like a star, I got diamonds on my neck

Young nigga ball just like Kevin Garnett

Had to turn up on these boys with a check

That bitch, she told me she love me

Ain't talkin' a brand, she know that I'm lucky

I'm know she a fan, she just wanna fuck me

Got that bitch straight from the dirt like it's rugby

I'm the shit, pull up like Huggies

They name should be Doug, these niggas be funny

42 Dugg, a whole lot of money

Got it out the mud, got a whole lot of money

Used to be ridin' in strikers

Rockstar like guitars , on fire like a lighter

Everyday pray to Messiah

I'm a big boss, talk to me and get hired

Friday night like Michael Myers

Sellin' the pussy, but I won't buy it bitch

All this Hermes , it got her excited

We flew to Paris, it got her excited

448 yea she like how I ride it

One of my niggas done caught em a body

Went to the bank and I made a deposit

Smokin' on dank everyday, it's exotic

Think its bath salt way she turned to a zombie

Hollister my shirt and I'm wearin' Abercrombie

I'm fuckin' her friend, I got her embarrassed

Rick Ross, I'm havin' more green than a pear

Put out your fire just like Smokey the Bear

Quarterbacking shit just like Steven McNair

Carti on my left wrist, ooh, ooh

I'm with a bitch, she havin' deja vu

Give up the pussy, she know I'm the coolest

Me and my niggas, fuck hoes by the group