(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Four hours to Southfield, nigga, it´s what I´m sayin´
Ghetto Boyz Shit and I´ma keep sayin´ it
Alright

The worst thing a bitch could say to me is she pregnant
The last nigga we had beef with, we beheaded him
The other side tellin´ on us, I´m scared of them
I´m high as hell drinkin´ red, man, I know the Method Man
The way I ran the money up, I got seven legs
Hit a rasta nigga in his head, he got seven dreads
Niggas ain´t stop me from shit, the tether did
I´m finna write a book, then put shit talkin; in the letterhead
Three thousand for this Louis V letterman
55 thousand for the watch, it´s a skeleton
Like I ain´t sick at all, but I keep takin´ medicine
Stop talking ´bout what you did before, it´s irrelevant

When I need a peace of mind, I hit the studio
I´m finna shit on y´all, I´ma need an extra booty hole
Three Percs, beat a bitch down ´til her coochie swole
Shoppin´ in the Louis Vuitton store with all Gucci on
Next day I´m walkin´ through Dior with Louis on
Bitch, I´m a trendsetter
Pour some water on the Qualitest, I´m a thin stretcher
I got the weight of the world over me, I´m a bench presser
Bitch, your baby daddy not a plug, he a temp tester
I ain´t gon´ lie, shit, I used to work at Chrysler
My bitch was there when I was fucked up, it´s only right I ice her

They thought I was hard when I dropped Testers, but I´m kind  of nicer
Yeah I got some dogshit put up, but I´m kind of shiesty
Every bitch I fucked said she never met nobody like me
I got a Glock 9 on my hip, why you tryna fight me?
Bitch, suck the dick like you grown, stop tryna bite me
I don´t make love, I fuck hoes hard, why you tryna ride me?
Opps bought all them damn guns, I thought they was slidin´
Come to find out them niggas dead, I thought they was hidin´
Told y´all I´ma take this shit over, y´all thought I was lyin´

A four of red and thirty Percocets, I thought I was flyin´
I´m so high, I´ma need a fuckin´ parachute
My shooter bummy, he´ll kill you for a pair of shoes
Four O´s of Wock´ by myself, I drunk a pair of twos
I´m gettin´ money, I could fuck any bitch I want
Nowadays, it´s eighteen hundred for every six I pour
I don´t get high, but I just bought another fuckin´ zip to smoke
This drunk bitch threw up, then asked me, "Where the liquor go?"
Lift her leg up and penetrate her, now she pigeon-toed
Made this knot in sixty seconds, this a minute roll

Twenty-eight hundred all dubs, that´s a trickin´ roll
Gettin´ money, doin´ anything, I might dip my gold
The first time I caught a homicide was at the liquor store
Had to pay a thousand dollars just to buy the footie
Ain´t shit sweet, but I be in L.A tryna buy a cookie
Any bitch´ll let me fuck for free, I ain´t buyin´ pussy