I'll see you next time

This child of mine, this child of mine is mine.

It's Mr. Clicker.

Let's get down.

That's a brand new day.

I ain't coming to town.

Now it's about to be young.

It's about to be young.

It's about to be young.

Kind of like a motherfucker chopping your dome.

I'm burping off that Hennessy and I'm full of the weed.

I'm striking through this motherfucker loaded in keys.

Laced up tight.

Now what you know about.

I come in people, now the hammer's still cocked back.

Baby Beast, can you light that tree?

And everybody wanna smoke with me?

When I step up on the scene, you know I'm whipped and G'd up.

Player J TV getting ripped and keyed up.

So turn your beat up and let me find a hoe.

Re-cop some Mendo and grind some up.

They go with liquor stokes.

No need to ride, fools, cause we gon' walk in live tips until they slide through.

I'm in that light brown brim with the kick to match.

Should be the first young hustler to bump a match.

Thank you.

And all the pain is mine.

Here's Mrs. Slinger.

It's good.

Now I'm going to sell this game for whoever got some bread on it.

And bump that broad just as long as you got some head on it.

I'm sitting fed on it.

Out of town gorilla pimping.

Looking just like my daddy, but without the lemon.

The fools be simping, but never me.

That's not my nature.

I rough ride high side and try to elevate you.

Educate you, tell you about my history.

I'm JT, the fucking player of the century.

I got that bond to leave you motherfuckers potting, man.

If you's a player, then you know just what I'm talking about.

I flow big with the blacks and the Filipinos.

White voice, some moments that my brown Latino skunk need.

That shit that I had you dunked in.

Don't hurt your dick with it.

I'm coming sick with it.

Ooh, la, la, la.

Check my repertoire.

Trash bitch.

Dog food, dog dealer.

This jolly baby's been up in his mind.

It's Mr. Splitter.

It's good.

check it out girl now you need a man with finesse big bomb don't blow no stress who's able to beat the fatties with no delay and mean every goddamn thing i say you want a girlfriend too well i can dig that when i did quads in the spas looking kitty cat i don't discriminate

You know what's off to the good.

A brand new player striking through your hood.

Yeah, I'm sexy.

No, I'm in rain.

Chevrolet Super Spoke sitting on things.

We got them blown brains.

And them notches be chalking it.

Although they care because I know we got some talk in it.

And yo, I'm knocking it, dropping a couple of purses.

Break bread for what you got up in your purse.

You reimbursed it.

It's got me on my get back.

this is mine

It's Mr. Slinger.

It's good cow.

I swear to you, baby, I ain't got no time.

Bitch, when you're smokin', cousin.

Baby, bitch.

Latino Bell.

Putting something down in a real way.

Can you feel me?

Got your boy Lot Lewis and the Loot Crew, little motherfucker.

Johnny motherfuckin' Steve.

Greatest Big Studio.

B-Town.

Khalifa.

Uh-huh.