Ooh, shit, that´s a Danny G beat Shit Ghetto Boyz shit, man you know what the fuck goin´ on
S560 with reclining seats in the back F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back Jump out on a nigga in broad day, fuck a ski mask Say-u-fin-do-what? Where my heat at? Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce We just drunk a ten Lil´ bitch had a good shot, I wanna fuck again Rap got me out the dope game, but I´m stuck again Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again Have you ever seen me out in public, with less than ten on me? Have you ever seen me out in public, without FN on me? You ever seen a nigga get his head blew off, shit get real, don´t it? Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it
I can´t wait until we get the drop I can´t wait ´til we find them niggas block, I´m buyin´ a crib on it Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin´ Before the E.D.D. shit came around, I had a real hundred Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it I act mean to my dope fiends, I´m a drill sergeant I´m feeling kinda sick, I need a head doctor If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red, probably Yeah, that nigga took a shot at me, but he dead, probably I was buyin´ act two for twenty-five, wearing Ed Hardy
Four-five make you move around, alright Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted Picked up the mic last year and made a million, and I just started Jump out on ´em with a old K, damn he just sharted I don´t think his car gon´ go in drive no more, ´cause I just parked it Cougar bitch ´cross the street was tryna fuck, she look like Ms. Parker Joggin´ pants full, fifty racks in ´em Moncler bubble on, with a strap in it Wild as hell, will knock a nigga out and I scrap with bitches Hit him in the chest with the K, he just back-flipped it You can´t rap about the drank, you ain´t an act sipper
Fuck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer We can´t be fuckin´ for that long, I´m a fat nigga You will never see me wit´ a fitted on, ´cause I don´t cap, nigga We all talkin´ ´bout the same shit, but I rap different Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it I been at your bitch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it I hope this bitch getting set to play, ´cause I only brought a stack wit´ me The nigga that I´m wit´ throw bricks, I got Shaq wit´ me Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five) I be at the liquor store, in the back, chillin´ My nigga got shot six times, he say his back healing
Lil´ bitch won´t shut the fuck up, gave her ass Ritalin Trendsetter, think I´m finna put forty pointers in a President And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain Baby, I ain´t pop no percs before we fuck, gimme six minutes