Tell me where the gingerbread, Iām gettinĀ“ there Money in my pocket barely fit in there But I fell in love with how itĀ“s sittinā there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But IĀ“m over it though, had to block me a number
WeĀ“re sorry
[Bas] This from the latest collection, my boy You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like itĀ“s fried rice I done died twice, I got nine lives, that means seven to spare Vision blurry, but the hindsight always 20/20, I see Heaven and Hell
Yeah, just to bust up a cell Yeah, tell Ā“em come and give me fuckinĀ“ nonviolence when the nine flyinĀ“ Hear her lullaby, make her sing like Adele Heavy on me like a pound SinginĀ“ off-key, get āem off me We on all streets for the money, niggas hit up Wall Street Had them boys ringinā the bell AinĀ“t no Libra, but my scale ready if this rap shit ever fail Get me hot My borough taught me how to run a block Confidence is quiet, I donāt talk a lot I call my mama and I call the shots I donĀ“t call these bitches, they just talk a lot Cop a couple toys and we can make a play Now the driveway like a parking lot
Beware the dogs what the sign say I did it my way, I did it my way
[Bas] Decisions I be makinĀ“ when I get impaired Tell me where the gingerbread, IĀ“m gettinā there Money in my pocket barely fit in there But I fell in love with how itĀ“s sittinĀ“ there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But IĀ“m over it though, had to block me a number
[JID] Block block, uh, block, look
[JID] You got the gas, but itĀ“s not like mine She got that ass, but she not that fine
DonĀ“t make a nigga laugh I need the cash in the bag in advance Before I grab any micĀ“ in the stand DonĀ“t make a nigga mad Spazz the fuck out, all bad, IĀ“m all-Madden IĀ“m on a go route now, but I do all patterns IĀ“m with your ho right now, and sheĀ“s a tall glass IĀ“m a can full of whoop-yo-ass A little .40 in the booking bag I put a bullet in your lookinĀ“ ass Aw, baby, what is you doinĀ“? Been lookinĀ“, askinĀ“ for something you can work your ass off for My nigga, grab it, go after it IĀ“m p-p-passionate, d-d-damaginĀ“ my anatomy DonĀ“t get mad at me if I pass out while IĀ“m ramblinĀ“
IĀ“m an animal, an anomaly Mari-mari-marijuana, itĀ“s the God in me, gotta be A better way just to get away, takinĀ“ the backstreet roads A couple days, maybe, give or take (Yeah) Baby, IĀ“m gonĀ“ get home Uh, when IĀ“m in the zone IĀ“m in, IĀ“m ignoring your phone call again The phone, off the dome talk, your phone block block YouĀ“re on, switch off The long lost lilĀ“ nigga gettinĀ“ it how he live, holĀ“ up
[Bas] Decisions I be makinĀ“ when I get impaired Tell me where the gingerbread, IĀ“m gettinĀ“ there Money in my pocket barely fit in there
But I fell in love with how itĀ“s sittinĀ“ there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But IĀ“m over it though, had to block me a number
[ Bas] This from the latest collection, my boy You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like itĀ“s fried rice Like itĀ“s fried rice Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like itĀ“s fried rice Like itĀ“s fried rice