Crushed diamonds in my watch, slashin´ at me All my jewelry on, rolling ´round the city one deep
If she want smoke, then she actin´ blunt Them niggas smoke, them niggas runtz I don´t care if you a fan, that boy a rat Ain´t takin´ no pitches, I won´t even bunt Twenty-four, shooter round me like Kobe Twenty more, racks on me Ginóbili On the floor, baseball game, my shirt was soaked in blood, would see the nosebleed, yeah Crushed diamonds ashes in the Rolls Royce truck Come from poverty, we won´t even clean it up I seen niggas die to this day still ain´t got headstones (Got headstones) Talk to my dawg, he locked away, say he miss his bedroom (Say he miss his bedroom) Sleepin´ with a ??? room (Sleepin´ with a toy) Hide your phone, hide your change (Shake it up, boy) Hellcat, new model, Tyra Banks, yeah
Stunna, I might fuck around and ride the ´Vette Twenty-four hunnid for a ??? Call that hoe at 2:30 This car right here go two-thirty Two blue racks city, two-thirty Banana, Glocks and 2-30´s (2-30) My watch it come from Hell, she on demon time I was tryna win though, I couldn´t even see the blinds
[Interlude Beat Switch] ??? (What´s happenin´, Chi Chi?) How these niggas switched up on me, I might as well switch up on these niggas
Fuck around and put the killer on payroll (Put a killer on payroll)
I shot ´em, send him the draco (Yeah, yeah) Had them niggas shook, but my name ain´t DeRozan (Ain´t DeRozan) Hiding in the open, still be feelin like I´m closed in Clothesline, how my fists on the clothespin I hope a jacker don´t come take it (Don´t come take it) I hope a smoker don´t come steal my shit (Steal my shit) I ain´t fucked in a year, but that hoe still my bitch I know a trapper with a bald head, but he got hair on (Heroin) She know I don´t like to hit it, she ain´t got her hair on The street don´t love a nigga back, I had to get on (Said I´d get on, yeah)
I know life a bitch but I´m tryna get on hurr´ (Tryna get on) They hope i catch a charge, they tryna find someone to tell on, he ´bout to tell on, tryna rat on Thinkin´ back, now where we went wrong Touch down, had to call play back, it was holdin´ My dawg still ain´t free, I could´ve swore I seen him rollin´ (I was here) Ten types of problems that I had ´fore this rap shit (On God) Woah, woah, woah I don´t know why I´d be scared of him, if he can bleed, yeah Still nutted even though she can bleed (Can believe) ??? she a blood For the whole new Nip, say she a Crip Red, blue, bullet tips
Don´t trip, don´t panic.. nah I´m lying, panic Shooting dice, tryna get a bet don´t care if I won a Grammy Lot of these niggas one hit wonders, just like lil sammy He stabbed me in my back, he turned his head, I stabbed em back It was mutual I wish you would know Glock came with a dick, I sent this bitch a nude Dracos and foreigns, hood niggas tourin´ (Dracos and foreigns, hood niggas tourin´) I´m whole´, but I´m tourin´ (I´m whole´, but I´m tourin´) We pull out magazines Like it just got borin´ (Like it just got borin´) Don´t care if he blood, if it´s smoke I´m on his ass
I tried to send my nigga to get buried, I pray they hurse ran out of gas (Yeah, yeah) Ever since Kobe, I watch them run around with Corona masks (Yeah, yeah) I earned my stripes just like a tiger fuck a care basket (Yeah, yeah) They gon´ need me when I´m gone (Ooh) I always wanted to make this song He survived twenty-one years in the city (What´s happenin´, Chi Chi?) Caught a flight and he got murked out of town (Oh woah) I know you don´t love me, hoe stop playin´ me (Playin´ me, playin´ me) I lost twenty niggas but I don´t want no sympathy (I don´t want no sympathy) Stayed down with me, I ain´t have a cent on me (Ain´t have a sense on me)
Tell me lil´ hoe, what you want ya rent to be? (Tell me lil´ hoe, what you want ya rent to be?) (What´s happenin´, Chi Chi?) Tell me lil´ hoe, what you want ya rent to be? (Tell me lil´ hoe, what you want ya rent to be?) Air him out, like I got the vent on me, yea (I got the vent on me) Got the vent on me, got the vent on me Laying on me, lil´ hoe, don´t vent on me (Bitch, don´t come and vent on me) (What´s happenin´, Chi Chi?) Don´t talk to me, lil´ bitch, don´t vent to me (Bitch, I ain´t tryna hear it) From the bricks, I´ll fuck a hoe that´s vietnamese Rylo, you got money, you know you make her bend her knees Way them boys spennin´ hunnid on shirt, them niggas been on tees (What´s happenin´, Chi Chi?)
Booked up a year straight, I ain´t dropped a mixtape Booked up a year straight, ain´t eenn dropped a mixtape She wanna leave me but she gon´ need a big rake (What´s happenin´, Chi Chi?) Woah, woah