Okay, have a good day.
Nah, fuck a good day.
Make it a bad day.
Ay, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
My cousin Crimp, still smell like a brick.
Dirty kitchen, threw cheese on my grits.
Telegram, group chat in the flicks.
In the Mecca, watch the pendulum shift.
Paid in full, reminiscing the rich.
He get a grip, she get a grip.
Three stripes, deed is the fifth.
Talking sleazy like I'm Steven and Skip.
Fuck a first take.
Fuck a first date.
Passing first base.
I'm at work late.
Going Clay Curry on my worst day.
Bird shit, scraping off the paint job.
Turned the Beamer in with the K -Car.
Hit it out the park, call me A -Rod.
Rajah Bell with 24 shells.
Lock it down to scale, I left no trail.
Did a 1080 on the road rail.
600 horses, I got roll rate.
Scratch the winning numbers with a broke nail, yo.
Want to win the lotto like I'm Bow Wow.
Keep my 100 seated like a Pow Wow.
I sure didn't too bad, need a Pow Pow.
Click, bap.
Brody got a warrant cause he skipped trial.
Her wifey cheating on the misdial.
Witness left the country, it's a mistrial.
Choking off the gas like he Chris Chow.
Walk into my blessing like the green map.
Got a little older, I ain't senile.
I be jet skiing by the C -10.
Kareem Abdul with the rebound.
Teaching about the Skyhook.
Always be a legend up in my book.
600 Benzes, Sony red lenses.
Kicking in them doors, knock them bitches off the hinges.
They only bought one, now they gotta share syringes.
He didn't get his check this month,
so he trying to tell his dentures.
Used to be an undercover till he lost his pension.
There's no more penny pension.
You clowns, penny wise.
Start tracking in the lab, we the enterprise.
On the street with my dog like Adventure Time.
Watch how I walk.
Niggas talking greasy, get you off easy.
Call them sleepy.
Right when you thought it was all cream and peach.
I brought the peace, but we ain't come to talk peace treaty.
Spray up the walls, but we ain't talking graffiti.
Your brains on the floor like tortellini.
My homies do what I want for me like I'm James Gandolfini.
Lift your feet up like some Lambo doors.
Treat your whore like she come with handlebars.
Then lay the hitter with the sham guard.
That shit you can't guard.
Three bars, 10 extra clubs, hands a bar.
This the part where I get hands on.
Lay hammers off, prepare for losses.
Ain't a Mexican standoff.
The war eventually ran its course.
Folks caught in the crosshairs.
This strand of hair is coarse.
You still comb your block, shot it up like y 'all Lil Rock.
Push your shit back, fuck up your hairline.
Damn dog.
Marci.
Make it a bad day.
