Hooligan

Sweet cakes, Great Lakes, mesmerized off the cheeks

Bend it over for a solider, let me roll and go deep

Shortie getting flew out, Birkin bag on her shoulder

Claiming she a trooper but the girl hung over

Lightweight but might taste whatever her recipe

Making Mami fuego all night be my specialty

Swimming lessons, dig the back stroke

Motion steady coasting to the point that she might choke

Might be all she wrote, but she like to get poked

Yet you lie like your life ain't a joke

What it be like? Niggas tryna be hype, check the green light

When it's red, my infrared full of lead shooting fire to the sky