Bitch saying I´m feeling myself, I told her to shut up I can´t meet you, it feel like a set up If a nigga diving in water, he gon´ get wet up Skip the whole line, saying, "Fuck being next up" I´m having whole, call me Yay Hefner Need to get rid of this weight, my trap having stretch marks Pour a eight of that yellow, I´m sipping on big boy It´s so much lean on my chest, think I got a Wock´ heart
Every show I got fire, I guess I´m a Glock star My partner throwing back Perc´s like Smart Tarts Rock out with my guitar like Billy Golf
Ayy, I been in the field like a golf cart I can´t chill until my house big as Walmart My money Yao Ming Why do you say that? ´Cause you tall, boy You niggas be on the sidelines, call ´em lil´ tale boys You lil´ bitty peons, go play with ya child, boy Start the car in the house, that bitch make a loud noise Straight 8 my engine, suit up when drive forward Minding my business, some shit I don´t mind doing You could be ugly, pull out racks, now you fine too My lil´ partner, he slimey His bullets got green tips She got some nice head, but she got a mean lips I keep taking these drugs ´cause I really need help
And I just jumped off the porch, just go ask my big step
Bitch saying I´m feeling myself, I told her to shut up I can´t meet you, it feel like a set up If a nigga diving in water, he gon´ get wet up Skip the whole line, saying, "Fuck being next up" I´m having whole, call me Yay Hefner Need to get rid of this weight, my trap having stretch marks Pour a eight of that yellow, I´m sipping on big boy It´s so much lean on my chest, think I got a Wock´ heart