Willy Wonka

[Intro]

You ready, Ejay?

Right now it's four o'clock in Atlanta

Let's go

I ain't goin' to sleep, what's next?

[Chorus]

Squeeze said it feel like 2012 right now, he super geeked

How the hell I done took a Xan' and I ain't been to sleep?

I think I'm Rick James, the way she givin' brain, she might be a super freak (Okay)

Bring a friend, let 'em join in, I'm talkin' two or three (Okay)

Okay, I can't go nowhere without my pistol on me

Hope you don't think I'm famous, bitch, I'll shoot a fan

Pop a G6, ain't talkin' plane, I ain't never land

Different color diamonds in your chain, shit like Candyland

[Verse]

When you feelin' like this, you can be who you want to be

I'm too high, baby, come get geeked

You know Poppa was a rollin' stone, been rollin' 'bout a week

You know Poppa get his roll on, I feel like Bryan B

Spend a tеn on this fit, like bitch, I'm Mannie Fresh

Know my lil' youngin keep that choppеr like he BG

You know I'm still short stoppin' like I'm DGT

Make it your last time coppin' when you shop with me

I might just reopen the doghouse, rest in peace to Meechie

Can't wait until they let my dog out, free Caprice

Told her, "Swallow, don't spit nothin' out when you eat it" (Okay)

Why I fuck her with my gun out? 'Cause she the creepiest (Okay)

But I like that shit, Q3 might fuck an opp baby mama, make her wife and shit

Fuck around and take the son out, buy him some new Nikes and shit

Every time we set the trend, they gon' follow and gon' bite the shit

Talkin' 'bout they don't go in until the sun up, Vamp life and shit

Give a fuck 'bout what they say 'bout me, they talked about Jesus Christ and shit

Shorty said she go both ways for me, 'cause she know that I like the shit

Hold on, two redbones kissin' in the backseat

Told them boys they doin' it dead wrong tryna do it like me

[Chorus]

Squeeze said it feel like 2012 right now, he super geeked

How the hell I done took a Xan and I ain't been to sleep?

I think I'm Rick James, the way she givin' brain, she might be a super freak

Bring a friend, let 'em join in, I'm talkin' two or three

Okay, I can't go nowhere without my pistol on me

Hope you don't think I'm famous, bitch, I'll shoot a fan

Pop a G6, ain't talkin' plane, I ain't never land

Different color diamonds in your chain, shit like Candyland (Like Willy Wonka)