I get in the booth, and I spit poetry Ain´t no hotter flow as me, all gas on free 580 Benz just so I can spin, yeah Plain Glocks and AKs, switches just a trend to us Ridin´ ´round Cullinan, she say she don´t fuck wit´ rappers Pass her to my bruddanem, let ´em introduce theyself Like, "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh" fuck it, get a drum or sumn Teach you how to turn a fishscale into a metric ton I been eatin´ all this bread, I gotta feed the steppers some Smokin´ like I got a extra lung inside my chest or sumn Black caught a bullet to his cap, well, she had a extra one
Call my phone when I was fuckin´ Tati in the restaurant Niggas shot, but I can´t sleep until I shoot the rest of ´em Hitters, they can´t eat until they turn ´em to a vegetable Layin´ in Jamaica, Montego, eatin´ festival I´m white boy wasted when you see me at the festival Two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times Hurt to see a nigga tell a true lie I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets just like fruit flies Ain´t no wakin´ back up in no gulag, real My haters doin´ voodoo; look what I brought the crew through Dirty AF1s, I used to have to lace the loop through
My baby mama thuggin´, she even slided in her two-two When we was ridin´ out like that, I must´ve had a screw loose Syrup sandwiches, eatin´ rice with the ketchup Put the corned beef in a bowl like a dog fetchin´ You ever worried about yo´ dollar more than you worried about yo´ health? You ever worried about yo´ partner more than you worried about yourself? I swear, uh, these niggas dangerous, huh But they ain´t gon´ play wit´ us; show ´em million dollar faces, yeah Shit, my attorney looks amazin´, yeah We don´t take no pills, but shit been feelin´ like The Matrix, for real
It´s all or nothin´ Takin´ what´s mine is just not for discussion My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain´t for percussion Riskin´ it outside, and a nigga been hustlin´ Stacked it outside, I won´t lose this shit for nothin´ Throw it all away Imagine that I threw it all away All away Can´t throw this all away Throw it all away Imagine that I threw it all away All away Can´t throw this all away
Rollin´ with the family, I said, "Motherfuck the homies"
Meanin´ I can´t hang around if you don´t really know me And I ain´t givin´ info out for questions on the brodie "Hit me on the Jacksons, get yo´ money" what he told me On the road, I had to learn to handle my emotions Never greedy, pass it to a nigga if he open Had to put that work in, nothin´ ever came from hopin´ Don´t tell me that you down for me, I prefer if you show it We done switchin´ lanes and then, we hopped out on the new ride My nigga told me bird´s the only bird he ever flew out And he down to up it ain´t a problem to pull a tool out
It hurt him when it rains, but that´s just wounds from the shootouts
It´s all or nothin´ Takin´ what´s mine is just not for discussion My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain´t for percussion Riskin´ it outside, and a nigga been hustlin´ Stacked it outside, I won´t lose this shit for nothin´ Throw it all away Imagine that I threw it all away All away Can´t throw this all away Throw it all away Imagine that I threw it all away All away