Yeah b*tch b*tch
I'ma thoed ass blowed ass
D*ck in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning
Hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhf*cka wit no class
B*tch I'm from the land you
Don't wanna go there
B*tch you talkin' grams I be
Smokin' o's yeah
Hotbox whip I don't need the ozium
I ain't hiding my sh*t I'm a
F*ckin' grown man
If the cops come then oh well oh well
Uh huh
I'm still smoking my blu cantrell cantrell
Yeah I might f*ck around and blow a zip blow a zip
Have both my lungs like oh sh*t oh sh*t
Kels I'ma show them how a cleveland muhf*cka do do
B*tch went straight to
The league from the public school school
Sh*t ya'll know it's no struggle no progress no progress
Hmmm so I told the b*tch work go topless topless
Church
I'm a muhf*ckin' a*****e
Tattooed to the sandals
F**k a b*tch while I stand though
Burn a little wax no candle
I'm buying cubans by the pack no castro
They know I never try to hide like camo
We in the mothaf*ckin' field like rambo
And you know I will steal a rich boy lambo
And drive that mothaf*cka straight to a bando
Twenty four seven get work I grew up around
Them hot boyz lil turk
Ay I'm twenty five gotta get turnt
I'm a young rockstar like lil' kurt
Ay twenty after four get burnt everyday's
Friday no big one hey
Thirty more days 'till the first and
The hood gets paid you better learn b*tch
I been around like a merry go
I swear a year ago I told myself
To piss on every hater like a urinal
I ain't tryna hear no not gon fear no
Me ain't really have to tell
'Cause niggas still tellin' on
Name ring ring like a telephone dub o
I don't know ya est I'm a soldier
All we do is smoke doja
Still make 'em say uhhh
Master my p's so cut the head off a cobra
I'm in tip top shape yup
If I want it I could get ya taste girl
Play the cut how the cut should be played yup
Everything about me going way up
I sit back and watch you talk a lot
While you talk a lot
Got to keep it pimpin so
I take the pimpin back to the parking lot
I'm a g wit it od wit it
n***a if we talkin' money then you know we get it
Your face lookin hella mad
Yeah you hella mad doing hella
Bad I'm seeing that
And me I'm eating hella crabs yeah
Hella crabs getting hella fat
By the pocket yeah
B*tch don't get it twisted I
Been poppin' on the low
I'm underground wit it n***a
You ain't got a clue
I been had the juice like
On the roof
And you can d**k a b*tch up
If you ever want the truth
Young n***a got
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Blowed ass d*ck in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning humdred joints rolled ass
Rich muhf*cka rich muhf*ka f*ka f*ka f*ka
I am from the land till I d where
If you getting right you need a hum ee
And a big bag of that og
Price so low you would swear I wit the police
If she come wit me she ain't 'comin back
Tell her put it on my lap clap it like a droppy jack
Run up on me if you want
I'll tell you to I'll run it back
I wonder can he handle that
Naw he can't handle that
I got ten freaky b*ches tryna
Lick a n***a nuts
Hundred crooked cops tryna get a n***a luck
God bless the track niggas
I can see the future and it come
Wit hella racks wit it
Like I'm up at saks wit it
Young kyrie with the shot
Young don juan what you thought
Take her up top then I let her drop
I'ma b a double l until they put
Me in a box ball
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Rich muhf*cka rich muhf*cka f*cka f*cka
