Sound crowed as fuck I´m ´bout to go home, I´m tryna, tryna go to you, can I? I ain´t even at the house right now So when are you gonna be at your house? I don´t know, in a minute Okay, I´m just gonna go home, I guess
I just want the blue cheese and the Thousand Islands Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch you wylin´-wylin´ Might not wanna come over here, ´cause bitch it´s crowded-crowded Unless you Master P and, bitch, you ´bout it-´bout it Shawty ass a squirter, that´s a talent-talent King-sized beds, what´s a pallet-pallet
Even in Kindergarten, I wasn´t tattle-telling I ain´t generous, I´m not Ellen-Ellen Life is sweet, nigga, love watermelon I got green and I´ll put it on ya´ melon Bad ass lil´ nigga on the corner sellin´ Young nigga hungry, got that mornin´ belly Nigga get money, don´t matter what you sellin´ Tell ´em you a pit, get some dog repellant Shorty got some time from a informant tellin´ Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga, I´ma sell it" Baby bro got´ take it over if he smarter wit´ it And I´m smokin´ on that musty, call me armpit-mint I be lettin´ my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches You could get your guy rolled nigga, no Tzaziki At ya´ head, no Medusa-´dusa
You know I be wit´ gorillas, nigga, Ooka-ooka Even when I´m by myself, I´m a noodle-knocka Pulled up, shittin´ on a nigga Dooka-dooka I know I ain´t gotta do it, but I´m a Pistol-tota´ Just in case the opps see me, be like, "There go Sosa" Gotta´ walk the cops off me like, "Let´s go Sosa "What the fuck you was just doing up in Mexico, Sosa?" Shawty´ said, "When´s the last time you been to Chicago, Sosa?" She like, "When the fuck you gon´ stop smokin´ that petrol, Sosa?" She like, "You smokin´ gas, but first it was that retro, Sosa." She like, "You ridin´ in foreigns, but first it was that Metro, Sosa."
You drunk? Aye, aye, aye I do Bang, huh I miss you