Get ready, gone, gone, gone Uh, yeah, ah Tunnel vision down to your heart, uh Made me feel like I split apart, like I was that atom that they split the, (Eve) Lemme just spit here Lemme tell you sumn' bout the wrist here Lemme tell you how the diamonds align so perfectly Align like the stars Neckalace, I got bars, fuck this bitch, I got cars Which one you wanna drive lil' baby, uh Riding Mercedes, Bentley Mothafucka can't hand me a handout I'm dancin' wit my arms out Broke yo legs bitch I was too fancy Dripped down, flambunctious, uh Ima get rambunctious, uh Ram into this bitch like a truck then I'm Outta this bitch, tunnel vision to this shit Mothafuckas wanna talk on my name then talk it up Lil' shawty up in the back of the truck Tunnel vision I straight straight to you (Who you tryna talk to) I straight straight to you, uh, I straighten out yo life I tell you what to do and you do it you be my wife