Told that nigga he can eat the taco with 12 fuckin'

I told that nigga he can eat the taco with one hand, not fuckin' two hands

And I, okay, hold up, yeah, hold up, hey, hold up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eastside creepin', 700 livin'

Pull up on a nigga, pop him like a penicillin'

Shoot him while he chillin', take a nigga chillin'

I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm tryin' to get a million

Bitch, bitch, bitch, I need some comos, bitch, I'm on the como

Your bitch on her knees, she put up Tongo, stick up in her torsos

I be kickin' shit like a pawner

It's 11 .30, she's a launcher, I'ma stun her

I got your bitch wet like my jewelry

Everywhere I go don't need security

A nigga grew a beard, that's maturity

Now everywhere I go, all these bitch niggas fearin' me

Bitch, it ain't no ho in me, hey, it's on go with me

I just sold a bowl of weed in Memphis, Tennessee

No janitor, I got the keys, no ocean on the sea

And I be ballin' and I don't coachin' me

You stallin', you ain't close to me

Musical chairs sit your ass down

I feel like I retired when I gave that boy that last rhyme

So you wanna jack, well, I'm finna beat your ass now

I'll treat you like a blunt, watch how quick I get them pads down

Walked in her room, I got your bitch with her pants down

I shot that nigga, now he six feet in some sand now

I keep a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the stands now

I don't think these pussy niggas stand a chance now

Really? 30 in my car, make him pop up

Really? Bitch, I keep that chocolate like I'm Wonka

Really? Bananas in my pocket, it's a Jonga

Really? He tried to rob me, but I had a topper

Yeah, yeah, he's silly

Nigga tried to pop me, nigga, at a wheelie

Table with this bitch and he actin' real silly

See me in this bitch and you know it's grippy

Grippy, grippy, don't say trippy

Party on my hippie, nigga, you'll get trippy

Hey, you can get it, bitch, I don't give a fuck

I don't pull up with that thang and smoke your ass like some crack, though

We don't smoke none of that, though

Get your bitch ass smacked, though

And I always keep a fuckin' stack, hoe

In my pocket's big, big, yeah, that's a fat hoe

Yeah, that's a fat hoe

And I'm in this bitch leanin' like a fat Joe

Yeah, yeah, and my heart's low

I can't love a bitch cause you know my heart go

Bitch, keep a scarecrow

And a nigga get stomped in some shelter

Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no Velcro

Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no Velcro

Bitch