(It´s a Wayne beat) Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything, nigga, yeah Boyz Ent, you know what I´m sayin´, nigga, yeah (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
What the business is? You be with them niggas who be killin´ kids Bud asked for the Percs, he a skittlehead I´m a skittlehead too, and a six of red I was in the feds I just did a fed bid with my nigga Reg Ay, Mike, who was that lil´ bitch over there in your bed? Looked like the same one was in here givin´ all us head Five thousand dollars for some jogging pants They like, "Rio actin´ stingy with the pape´, leave your dogs some bread" Nigga, I ain´t got no money, hahaha Hold on, nigga Nigga, I ain´t got no money, how that sound? Sealed eight of Alpharma peach-mint, how that was found?
Dude ain´t really drop shit, go ask around Mike on some cop shit, he gotta pat you down And Bud just got into a fight with Pat and Ron And a Percocet Baby, split a mushroom, let´s have perfect sex It´s only two things guaranteed, that´s birth and death Yeah, I´m right-handed, bitch, but I can work the left The black truck hit a right, so we took a left We just did a pint of Quay´ bad, nigga, look what´s left Stop askin´ ´bout a fuckin´ Rio show, I´m booked to death
Like, I´m booked ´til I die, like I´m booked to death Like every year, every day, every month, nigga, you know what I´m sayin´?
Fifty bands in my pocket, how you do that? Every time them niggas shot at us, you know we blew back I beat her down from the back, she need a new back Can´t believe these goofy lean drinkers think it´s new Act´ C got a glass pint, how you do that? It´s a six-hour flight, but he flew back You the type of nigga ask your brother for his shoes back Put anything in the pop, I wouldn´t do that Whole ounce in one night, how you oot that? Last nigga bitch pussy pooted, I might poot back Twenty racks each ear, they on screw back My nigga Trey went to bust a play and got a new hat
Four K´s at one time, how you shoot back? Baby girl got a swimming pool, I´m finna backstroke We was fuckin´ for two hours, think my back broke Bitch said my dick little, but I cracked, though If you ain´t out here scram scrapin´, then what you rap for? Hundred thousand dollars off one song what I rap for Still tryna decide, is it Hi-Tech or Act´ more? I know a nigga up an M, he just act broke I´m with a redbone thicker than crack smoke Try to use your thinking cap to get your hat broke I only hang with slimy niggas with no backbone This the newest iPhone, but this my trap phone Wouldn´t even talk about no dead bodies on a TracFone
I´m tryna text my other bitch, I used Track phone I listened to your lil´ tape, it was wack, dog But at least you got a listen from your baby, I ain´t cap, though I love rap so much, I even listen to the opps Where the fuck would I be if I´d listened to my pops? He ain´t even say shit I ain´t even see the nigga ´til I was eighteen I seen Kyrie make thirty thousand off fake green The way you niggas pourin´ up, it make me hate lean Made my bitch drink a pint, ate her pussy just to taste lean Lil´ bro´ll stamp somethin´ for me and he eighteen
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