Crib so big, I´m lost in it like a labyrinth Motionless, doggy bone, he just stagnant I work magic, now my pape´ giant, Hagrid When it comes to havin´ class, your bitch absent Now he´s got a surgeon pickin´ out the fragments Bank account off some uppers, but I´m movin´ off relaxants Everything I ever did, they went and tried to reenact it
They done let them steppers in, fuck 12 Told neph´ we can´t watch no Peppa Pig, Palm Angels leopard print Lil´ boy, you delicate, my lil´ ho, she elegant How the fuck you choose to lose instead of win? Life a book and we gon´ hit ´em with that exodus Talkin´ ´bout in the hood, you off of Exit 6 Dub, dub, dub, shit, I moved on from deficits
Zip of snowballs like they came from Mount Everest We gotta move the body ´fore the block start smellin´ it Sold, not told, but I ain´t finna start sellin´ it Put the money on the floor and we gon´ start sendin´ it Savin´ pros, when it comes to them, I´m Clark Kent-ing it I´ll put a bullet in your ass for all that hardheadedness Somewhere by the skybox, I´m out far sendin´ blitz You can´t find us on Earth, I´m on Mars spending strips (Nyoom, hey) Re-up on the first, by the third, it´s slim pickings
You would think the city Salem, shit, it get wicked When I pop a 15, shit, I get ignant When I double down on ´em, shit, I get vicious Walk out, the kit kittin´ and the ´fit fittin´ Dog finna pull his hair out ´cause his bitch bitchin´ Cuddy in the kitchen, ain´t no master, he just quick mixin´ Lookin´ at some flicks from back then, hear the pigs´ hisses Can´t find us on the kids´ menu, this big chicken Grinnin´ through the venue ´cause we just got the blick in it Chop in the joggy, it´ll get rugged in Ruggero AMGs and TRXes, we ain´t comin´ in Camaros Rio de Janeiro, or should I hit an island? For old times´ sake, should I go and hit Verizon?
Should I? Gold-diggin´ bitch want diamonds, well, she better get to minin´, ShittyBoyz
When it comes to the money, I´m a magnet Crib so big, I´m lost in it like a labyrinth Motionless, doggy bone, he just stagnant I work magic, now my pape´ giant, Hagrid When it comes to havin´ class, your bitch absent Now he´s got a surgeon pickin´ out the fragments Bank account off some uppers, but I´m movin´ off relaxants Everything I ever did, they went and tried to reenact it