Hey baby, we're Bay Area bosses. We done linked up. It's me, JT, Figgler Figgler, Quinn, Kiddus Nick, my nigga Juice, my nigga Killa Tay, Mack Maw, you understand me? We all got together, man, and we stirrin' this shit up real tough.
Look though, we finna take over the world, but now, hey look, listen to this though.
A nigga hit the corner and hopped out the 50, only stuck down for a classy bitch named Nikki.
We had this little bitch in the hood, we used to talk on, and when she seen me out on the grind, she used to walk on.
But it wasn't nothin' that was mine to the meat, it wasn't a bitch from the church that was finer to me.
Then I holla, shit, she dottin' on me. Young Meth, San Francisco, them bills on Eddie.
No disrespect, I know I'm smellin' like pot, I keep it hot like drag on.
She knew a young nigga was stuck, and I had my rag on.
Shoot me the digits so later on we can dig it.
Talk to one another and get real specific, she made a nigga wanna hit it.
Man, baby was bad, you shoulda seen the way them icebergs was cuffin' her ass.
Just hit me on the road when you ready to go, and we can live one time for sure.
One time.
What you want?
The Ye, the SLK, the G's, dime piece bitches, 20 inches and five trees.
X's and so Remy, light green, and a plug for runnin' them thick bitches out on the East.
What you want?
Her money, the 420, the toast, straight -laced Z's with not chrome on one spoke.
Super bad bitches, 20 inches and good smoke, and a plug with them dimes out on the West Coast.
After a nigga holla, I was ready to go, ready for more, ready to cut somethin' for sure.
She said her boyfriend's a drug dealer, that's when I asked her if she ever been fucked by a thug nigga.
And on that note, I knew she was ready to bounce.
I said, don't trip, just hit me when you get to the house.
Shit, I'm finna try to smoke me a ounce of LG.
I'm off to the dank spot to get the light green.
Thinkin' about how she was fittin' them jeans.
And nigga, fuckin' one time ain't really hard as it seem.
I'm about to take her to the dank room and sell her a dream.
You know, givin' her plays how she could star on the team.
And I'ma get her high she could possibly go.
Drink a little XO and smoke this dro.
I'm a professional, and it's all in the hole.
Pimpin', hawkin', and doggin', I'm just lettin' you know.
What you want?
The Ye, the SLK, the G's, dime piece bitches, 20 inches and five trees.
X's and XO, Remy, light green.
And the plug with one of them thick bitches out on the east.
What you want?
The money, the 420, the toast.
Straight laced Z's with not chrome on one spoke.
Super bad bitches, 20 inches and good smoke.
And the plug with them dimes out on the west coast.
This light green stick, he got me tired as hell.
Faulty phone ringin' like a high school bell.
Nigga's tryin' to get with me.
My nigga is on, answer the phone, better speak quick.
She wanna fuck it one time, want a nigga to smash.
Said she liked the way my hand felt, palm in her ass.
And I told her shit like I got a million dollars in cash.
And her speed is on the hill with the nice green brass.
So ten minutes after that name, I'm all in her spot.
Checkin' face like a boss, man, keepin' it hot.
She sayin' that it's gravy, but I'm knowin' it's not.
Cousin, I'm misusin' and abusin' the cot.
She kept sayin' messy more, don't stop.
Mind quit it.
Hit it on the mall when you want a nigga to hit it.
Let's keep it P .I., don't tell him I did it.
You ain't never been fucked like this, baby, admit it.
What you want?
The Yank, the SLK, the G's.
