We ain't playin' fair, fuck the ground rules The homies finna slide shit, I'm down too

Whole lotta handheld cater rails too We ain't playin' fair, fuck the ground rules

The homies finna slide shit, I'm down too Whole lotta handheld cater rails too

Sweetie got me feelin' like Pac lit me revival Niggas better know if I'm slidin' they better hide him

When your feelings all on my dick, it ain't no ridin' any givin'

I can fuck up the streets or either guide him

Truth all gas, no brakes, right out the gate Fuck the weight, I'm tryna make shit shake until it break

Mind state told me flush this white, I call it Kate Hate who boss, get shit crackin', they takin' plates

Float niggas in the lake, no yachts, we 48 'em Two sticks, I'm starvin', it's savage the way he ate him

Hit Mack, tell him go head, press him without the heel I'm an asshole, fuck what you talkin', nothin' fair

We ain't playin' fair, fuck the ground rules The homies finna slide shit, I'm down too

Whole lotta handheld cater rails too We ain't playin' fair, fuck the ground rules

The homies finna slide shit, I'm down too Whole lotta handheld cater rails too

Love more than a four, niggas know I do If you ain't got a four, fuck it, butt down the deuce

I need more woods on my way to the school And pour the rain a knife, and the plan is cool

Yeah, I had to get it off the stool for my school clothes Lil' Brett, Freddie B, sprintin' on them group hoes

You ain't gonna save a striper, it was two -tone First she heard of Kevin Gates, baby, he had two phones

All kinda nookie bitches in my new phone All kinda nookie bitches in my new phone

Oosalama can't afford to move wrong He ain't movin' mean for the movement, and you should move along

We ain't playin' fair, fuck the ground rules The homies finna slide shit, I'm down too

Whole lotta handheld cater rails too We ain't playin' fair, fuck the ground rules

The homies finna slide shit, I'm down too Whole lotta handheld cater rails too

When I come through, I'm bangin' like a crypto Sippin' on some Cisco, hand on my pistol

Chicken grease with the Crisco Kappa Nick, slap a bitch, we in San Francisco

This hoe, that hoe, nigga, you can add him up Been with the shit, two strikes, nigga, batter up

Jumpin' out the gym with it I learned how to swim with it

Thirteen, learned to mix a lil' gin with it Been with it, and you can check my pedigree

Let it be, there's a picture of me next to the letter C

I'm confident, the crib keeper I'm at your door doin' chores with the street sweeper

We ain't playin' fair, fuck the ground rules The homies finna slide shit, I'm down too

Whole lotta handheld cater rails too We ain't playin' fair, fuck the ground rules

The homies finna slide shit, I'm down too Whole lotta handheld cater rails too