Monster beats
Yeah, no life in the motherfucking
West up what it is with the business folks
I'm on my 2k crow ogs and loats back at him with them sporty quotes a little bag to my sack take swag and notes
From the man to the things and then run it spokes killer, California boy. We ain't no joker
Ha ha raised around hanging but home was spitting ain't too much change
I'm still babysitting and know that it's more like a throwback now hold that with all that mad walking on me
We'll be showing no slack. Yep. Oh Ryder. They call your boy black sales melody tactics readily actives
And oh, yeah
Them punks kill dookie
But ain't nothing chomping gangster still boogie catches at the barbecue whipping the batch up with the whole liquid crew homeboy lighter matchup
Oh man
Can't wear skinny jeans. Come on, not so we all met
Can't wear skinny jeans. Come on, not so East Coast West Coast, man
I grew up in the South lot of gold in my mouth lot of zones in my house couple hoes. No blouse
You a man over mouse. I'm a motherfucking lying out the tribe a pooter smoker
God roller shooter and my face been posted up on computers for they had the internet
I was in that case, but my mama and my kids on it. I don't fuck with Facebook. Yeah, I'm fucking better
You can see it in my face. Look, I don't do business with them sunglass niggas
I don't even chug a deuce when I move past niggas cuz I ain't fucking friendly. I'm a day county nigga
What you know about that? It's all about the scratch Guadalupe racks palace lacks
We'd be in a cut like a modest tax you be in the house like
Skinny jeans come on, not so we all met
Can't wear skinny jeans. Come on, not so smoke it out. Drink it up
Drink it up
Drink it up. My name is Cass. I'm gonna put something in my cup post it up in the cut
Cutty what it looked like any corner any block surely? It's a good life. We daily grinding. Jeez
We did good guys young gentlemen
Don't break the good vibe cuz worst -case scenario would be a burial your homie playing a sad song through your stereo and your memory
So remember your energy in any minute Hennessy can make you into me Kennedy got slumped into Lincoln
So anybody can get touch is what I'm thinking especially when it come to presidents
We had a petty of sneakers running your residence and bust on you for the wrong look
You can get took out your concord final cause you'll get clapped like an encore
I know you roll your eyes and act like bras, but we are mad dog in the second hall
Can't wear skinny jeans
