I just ain´t wanna stop talkin´, man, I don´t know why
Man, I wanna act stupid ´round this bitch or somethin´, man

(Evidently, I been shoppin´ with Ken)

I don´t wanna go through this no more
Ayy, I don´t wanna hurt you, have to let you go
I know
I hold it down, don´t never leave me lonely, don´t do me wrong
Big diamonds on me, mmm (Ooh)
These times of the mornin´, I be lonely, slime
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ayy, talk that shit, Top)
Do you love me? Can I trust you? Do you deserve me? Do I irk you?
Keep that burner on me, run up on me I´m burnin´ somethin´, ooh
Can´t take this pain out my body
But fuck that, I got these diamonds on me, young nigga, I been shinin´ like a star, I know my body
Fuck that, they took my daddy, but won´t come take away my lil´ brother

Mmm, 3, tell ´em I´m ´bout business, I hold it down around this motherfucker, nigga
Don´t nobody have a job but my grandfather, nigga
So fuck you think payin´ for everything for my mother and my sister and my brother, nigga?
I´m so fucked up, I made it out, I´m rich as fuck and how I feel, I´m still caught up in the struggle, nigga
But shit, I´m great, they let my nigga out, my day one, DDawg, that´s my fuckin´ brother, nigga
Huh, he´ll chase you down
Twelve years old, he knock one off, we had to sit ten years around, man, man
Tired of all these fake-ass people ´round me, smilin´, tryna down me
All this pussy-ass whisperin´, what you sayin´ about me?
Bitch, let me catch like one thing

I put this on my mama, I´m too real, I let you inside my life, I´ma slime you, I´m gangster, bitch
I´m danger, nigga, R.I.P. my uncle, he got hit all in his head tryna rob a nigga, man
This shit man, it´s some- stranger, like my nigga Jim Morrison, everything strange
Even the women, when you don´t wanna be with ´em or try to get any
Man, I´m ready go back to prison
I ain´t, I ain´t got no love in this bitch, I ain´t got no great feeling
Damn, I got that big Bentley, ride up in it and I swear to God, I feel amazin´ in it, been winnin´, nigga
Opps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bag, make me mad, I got them hitters, put your face up in it, nigga
Man, tell them ´bout the niggas that was beefin´ with me

Put four of his brothers´ face on a tee, that bitch been sleepin´ with it
Look, man, tell them ´em ´bout them niggas that was beefin´ with me
Put four of his brothers´ face on top his fuckin´ t-shirt, nigga, huh?
Man, it´s lil´ Top, I keep my Glock, don´t want no problem with you, no, just leave me ´lone, just carry on
Just carry on, I´m tryna move ´round, I don´t want you, just leave me ´lone, I got a bad bitch in my home
Let me do anything I want, I buy her anything I want, she tell me anything to please me
Gang, these pussy niggas ain´t ´bout nothin´, I put you straight inside my trunk, you niggas Stevie, don´t wan´ see me
On God

What the fuck, why I´m up early in that mornin´?
Everybody in this room don´t know nothin´ ´bout me
Or they probably wanna come kill DDawg, he dog somethin´
But I guarantee you, I´ll kill something, I´ll hurt all y´all
Why? ´Cause, you my motherfuckin´ hoes and I´m a big dog
I know you wouldn´t even hold it down
Y´all followin´ niggas that even sold me down
Bitch, I ain´t no clown, nigga, fuck y´all
I´m out my mind, ooh
Let me hit my knees one more time, ooh
I´m a soldier, I thought I told you
I´ll run down on you (Come here)
I´ll run down on you (Bitch, come here, come here)

I get to singin´ them blues, how you in blue?
I make the sound with my, I make the, I make the, make the Glock make the tunes (Ooh)
Oh, I got my Glock makin´ tunes (Ooh)
These dog-ass hoes don´t love me
I buy ´em anything, that´s why they sit up, put up with anything
I gave her a wedding ring and that bitch ain´t my wife for nothing
I´m how I done came, just like a man, I´m strictly thuggin´
All them times I was being lame, if I hurt you, girl, I love you
They don´t wanna see me ballin´, I been caught up in some trouble
Ooh, I crack him, crack his dome, won´t pay a nigga they motherfuckin´ money
Ooh, ooh, I get active, nigga

Bracelet on my leg, you pussy niggas know I´m comin´
Don´t do no runnin´
I´ll gun you down, hit you all back, you´ll hit your stomach, bitch
Ooh, lil´ Top, lil´ Top, Kentrell
I can´t leave home right now for nothin´ (I ain´t goin´, ain´t goin´ for shit)
I can´t leave home right now for nothin´ (I swear to God)
I wake up every day, late night, morning, for money

I´m tryna get it in
I ain´t got no help, I ain´t got no friends
All four of them joints
I hope you got money
Inside my career, feel like Al Bundy (Plenty risks, nigga, on God)