I just bust a bitch down at the Marriott On the road, I had to stash the work, I seen the cherry top
Hold on, let me call my nigga Wally, bring the cherry out Got a hundred on my PLR, bitch, I´ll air it out E, man, these niggas lame as hell, they ain´t get no pape´ Unc´ on the stove whippin´ hard while I hit the drank Bro, hurry up and press record, I got some shit to stay The stock fold on the back end, this a different K Purple jeans, the pockets deep as hell, I can fit a dub Flint niggas be hatin´, out of town show real love Dropped seven pints off to my bitch, they gettin´ sealed up Seen my cousin Trael make thirty bands off a pill run
Bitch, they was Roxis too He the real Perc´ man, but we know Bobby too I made my own fuckin´ wave, why would I copy you? Name already established in the game, you got a lot to prove
Ayy, I got a lot to say He ´noid tryna shoot, his hands shakin´, he gon´ drop the K Poured an eight of red, took a sip and gave the pop to Tay They just let me off the box, somethin´ gettin´ shot today Me and Mike just made history, it ain´t shit else to prove I still cut with doorman, it ain´t shit else to use
I was cookin´ on a George Foreman grill, I used skillets too Eight hundred shots, it´s just me, Mike, Kay, Trip, and Ju Hundred fifty blues, I walked out and left it with the jeweler He tried me and he ended up at Hurley in a basement cooler This two zips, but if you add the cut, it´s like eighty-twoish When I´m fuckin´ with the pup, call me Frankie Lucas ´Cause when I hit it with the cut, it turn baby blueish Before I learned how to cook, I let my auntie do it Niggas used to pay for hit dope, now they pay for music
My city fucked up, you´ll fuck around and see a baby shootin´
The AR get hot after sixty, it´s gon´ need a coolant My nigga used to terrorize shit, rest in peace to Booter Got set up by a bitch, he got shot, but he went out shootin´ Last time I seen a basketball, I wasn´t shootin´ Fiend ain´t got no car, gon´ give me extra if I take it to him They ain´t have no money, talkin´ ´bout they don´t get paid ´til Tuesday Came back Wednesday, they ain´t pay me, tried to play me stupid Took they flatscreen and computer, should´ve paid me sooner
Unc´ was a plug, was touchin´ dope, he got made a user Young hoes can´t show me nothin´, so I found a cougar Teach you how to spice talk, me, Mike, and Ri the tutors Bro got a plug on everything, we gotta drive to Got a pint and drunk it in a day, why did I abuse? Now I gotta use it I asked my nigga, "Should I pour it all?" He said I shouldn´t do it Woke up the next day fiendin´ like, "Why did I do it?"
Friday night, I bought a whole bitch, how I´ma move it?
Should I sell the whole thing at once or sell tiffs for twenty? Sold a zip of rocks in two days in a spot on Bundy Clocked in the trap Monday morning, ain´t clock out ´til Sunday