I'm classy, high walk Look me in my eyeball Do I look high, no I love the way you lie girl Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here dear Trying to get closer to you I'm motioning you to pull over boo I'm the siren that you hear
I'm the butt police, and I'm looking at your rear, rear, rear But aight, dawg, I'mma end up in the back of a squad car By the end of tonight, I'm a rock star Get your wind up, it's attack of the Oddball Homie can you show me where the gosh darn bath salts are Cause I'm sick of sniffing asphalt Every thought scarred got my pants off at the crosswalk And suspenders, and I can't feel my lips cause