Released: October 15, 2013
Songwriter: J Speck Eminem Rikanatti Ca$his
Producer: Rikanatti Eminem
[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Let’s go!
[Verse 1]
I’ve been off in the street, hitting flick, fucking hoes (Yeah, yeah)
Pulling out, pistol whipping, niggas stepping on my toes (Street)
The blood looking fluid like something as never before (Yeah)
Suffocated by none, I'm calling one, young foe (Let's go)
I roll in the room, stay focus as ho (Go)
Take over game over, top gray on the glow (Ayy, ayy)
Took a hundred thousands, get the car, now roll (Come on)
Doing navy I’m shady, if you’re ridin’ slow (Haha)
I see dope if you good, give me x's and o’s
But after depths it’s over, you exiting ho (Yeah)
Just the same shit, long for no wrestling foe (Yeah)
Turn to a best stuck on the Lexus go
Looking at your left and I feel me getting shot up the nose (Haha)
I’ll take this slipper to coke and in my mind is froze
But I speak what I live, so precise is my flow
And enticed to tag me, these niggas whatever right is wrong
Here me trapping, I’m on, I be wifing the foe
It’s you, eating my flow, my song I own (Go)
Went from having no jobs to giving me blowjobs
So nigga anything you want is no problem (Gang)
[Chorus]
Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care (1 more time)
Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it
[Verse 2]
Let's go
See 'em on the scene, with the quarter pound of blow (Oh)
These lead treads, nigga, I’m about to smoke
By the greatest I was tuned, I’m a young boy Johnson (Oh)
As soon as I hit the door, everybody hit the floor
The Doc could book me in, want to die? Let me know
Assisted homicide, if you really wanna roll (Bitch)
The bitches and the hoes, still holding on the soul with it (Yeah)
On the face, screams going unknown again
She said that you heard all my flow
Who do you know and wanna come if you already know
I’ll be cracking you in places, make your head explode
But to stay in the rap game, come on, come on (Rap)
I’ll write for Spike Lee like a real Capo
And I’ll handle my business wherever I go
Treat bitches like TSA, swimming Alcatraz
Swallowing limp dick, I don’t need no kids (Haha)
[Chorus]
Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care (1 more time)
Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
[Outro]
Everywhere, every-motherfucking-where
You run up on me, I don't motherfucking care
You come on me, I don't get motherfucking scared
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Let’s go!
[Verse 1]
I’ve been off in the street, hitting flick, fucking hoes (Yeah, yeah)
Pulling out, pistol whipping, niggas stepping on my toes (Street)
The blood looking fluid like something as never before (Yeah)
Suffocated by none, I'm calling one, young foe (Let's go)
I roll in the room, stay focus as ho (Go)
Take over game over, top gray on the glow (Ayy, ayy)
Took a hundred thousands, get the car, now roll (Come on)
Doing navy I’m shady, if you’re ridin’ slow (Haha)
I see dope if you good, give me x's and o’s
But after depths it’s over, you exiting ho (Yeah)
Just the same shit, long for no wrestling foe (Yeah)
Turn to a best stuck on the Lexus go
Looking at your left and I feel me getting shot up the nose (Haha)
I’ll take this slipper to coke and in my mind is froze
But I speak what I live, so precise is my flow
And enticed to tag me, these niggas whatever right is wrong
Here me trapping, I’m on, I be wifing the foe
It’s you, eating my flow, my song I own (Go)
Went from having no jobs to giving me blowjobs
So nigga anything you want is no problem (Gang)
[Chorus]
Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care (1 more time)
Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it
[Verse 2]
Let's go
See 'em on the scene, with the quarter pound of blow (Oh)
These lead treads, nigga, I’m about to smoke
By the greatest I was tuned, I’m a young boy Johnson (Oh)
As soon as I hit the door, everybody hit the floor
The Doc could book me in, want to die? Let me know
Assisted homicide, if you really wanna roll (Bitch)
The bitches and the hoes, still holding on the soul with it (Yeah)
On the face, screams going unknown again
She said that you heard all my flow
Who do you know and wanna come if you already know
I’ll be cracking you in places, make your head explode
But to stay in the rap game, come on, come on (Rap)
I’ll write for Spike Lee like a real Capo
And I’ll handle my business wherever I go
Treat bitches like TSA, swimming Alcatraz
Swallowing limp dick, I don’t need no kids (Haha)
[Chorus]
Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care
Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
Twist the Cigarello in the air (Come up)
Put your middle finger up, nigga we don’t really care (1 more time)
Like fuck, all you gon' do is just stare
Cruise in the club, spread out if you wit' it like
[Outro]
Everywhere, every-motherfucking-where
You run up on me, I don't motherfucking care
You come on me, I don't get motherfucking scared