Told bro, "Cut me in on the drank, it´s only right"
Just had to teach my lil´ nigga part of the game, this shit priceless Build my bitch spirit up and broke it down, she got to cryin´ Shit, I know I ain´t the nicest Told her if she don´t stuff this shit then she hikin´ Your bitch took a birdbath, that bitch triflin´ Got the drank for the low, like Kevin Hart, I´m so excited Made me happy, I just paid three dollars for some Vicodins The police come, I act like Deebo comin´, I just get to hidin´ shit
Unc´ steady gettin´ high off coke, he got a steady problem
I know my hairline fucked up, I got an Eddie Munster Niggas need to shut the fuck up if you ain´t got eighty thousand I cut the barrel off my K tryna make it louder I should´ve used the .308, it got special powers Unc´ hit a line off a plate on the kitchen counter Dog let me in with FN H, had to tip the bouncer Lil E just drunk a whole eight in less than an hour
I just bust a watch down with all expensive diamonds Fuck a rat, they get me in that room, can´t even tell what time it is Nigga thought he bought some Percs, but, no, these just some Niacins
If the pussy smell like perch, then I don´t even try it Shot him in his leg, he bleedin´ out, fuck it, let him die then I can´t catch another case, bro, I´m a second-timer Got a track from ???, Mike on the beat, Smith & Wesson by me I made a hit off basketballs like Kurtis Powder Damn, I mean Kurtis Blow Destin got shot twice with a four-five, they barely hurt him though I got a picky fiend, he only come for certain dope Sold his ass a line of rat poison and broke his nose
Got a white boy addicted to pills, he like to trade for clothes Got a fiend that did too much blow, can´t even blow her nose Plug wanted to come OT, he know border patrol Paid for everything up front, he can´t front me no more Had to argue with my nigga, he stomped on the dope Gave my pharmacist a gram of powder, he snuck me a four Had this Glock 9 for ten years, all rusty, it blow Rap bitch came through the door and got fucked on the floor
Bitch, I´m in my best bag
I don´t even sell dog no more, I want a meth lab Rob unc´ ass for everything soon as his check cash Fuck a flight, I´m drivin´ all the way, I don´t do jet lag Have my cousin Bear gun you down from the WestPad They put my brother Rio on the box, minor setback If I ain´t around, I send my young dogs to collect that Cuz rich, he spent a half a million on a jetpack
Ho, I´m in my bookbag I don´t really got no attitude, I just look mad I ain´t never fried a piece of chicken, but can cook crack My nigga hit my bitch, but I hit his, I can accept that
Damn, I need a wet vac ´Cause I dropped a half a pint of red, that´s where the Tech at Cleaned it up and put it in a bottle, I´ma sell that I fucked her, I ain´t even bust a nut, I want my sex back