| I just popped eight Percs off the drank, I relapsed |
| Put a nigga whole hood on the map |
| New shirt, want the front or the back? |
| Nigga, you ain’t even livin' like that |
| I was whippin' up the work for the fifth and the first, nigga, you ain’t never |
| did it like that |
| I just walked his ass down with Chanel Crocs on, nigga, you ain’t never spin |
| 'em like that |
| Rolls-Royce umbrellas, I trap any weather |
| If you want some money, youngin, gotta get your shit together |
| Pussy nigga play, I probably pull up with Berettas |
| We gon' spin, spin again, helicopter with propellers |
| Thick bitch, Dominican, I’m fuckin' her friend |
| To keep this shit one hundred, I don’t think it ever end |
| I’m a villain in my city, ain’t nobody fuckin' with me |
| I just do it for the district, you fuck around, missing |
| I eat that box from the back, it’s exquisite |
| I got a brick of that white, Limp Bizkit |
| We want the smoke, you just duckin' the tension |
| Beat up the pot with my wrist like it’s bitchin' |
| Aim for a top of an opp with the quickness |
| I feel the safest when I’m in the trenches |
| Run from police while I run up my digits |
| Run up them chickens, run up a ticket |
| I just popped eight Percs off the drank, I relapsed |
| Put a nigga whole hood on the map |
| New shirt, want the front or the back? |
| Nigga, you ain’t even livin' like that |
| I was whippin' up the work for the fifth and the first, nigga, you ain’t never |
| did it like that |
| I just walked his ass down with Chanel Crocs on, nigga, you ain’t never spin |
| 'em like that |
| I was really whippin' work, really livin' in the dirt |
| Really duckin' fed sentences and puttin' it in her purse |
| Pickin' up an eighth or ki', the feds think I’m sellin' verses |
| In the penitentiary with iPhones from the nurses |
| If you get delivery, you better pray it’s really worth it |
| They ain’t get no evidence, I really think we did it perfect |
| In an opp nigga bushes, I was really, really lurking |
| Seen his soul when I took it, I was never really searching |
| Every time I get a victim, really sinnin', how I’m livin' |
| We was prayin' niggas comin', you was wishin' niggas didn’t |
| If they at-in' on the internet, I never pay attention |
| We gon' spin 'em in the rental, tracking, show we really with it |
| Celebrating, pop a bottle just to show we really did it |
| In the trenches fuckin' models, I was gettin' 'em out the fences |
| I got a brick of that fit, it’s exquisite |
| I got a brick of that white, Limp Bizkit |
| We want the smoke, you just duckin' the tension |
| Beat up the pot with my wrist like it’s bitchin' |
| Aim for the top of an opp with the quickness |
| Run up my chickens, run up them digits |
| I just popped eight Percs off the drank, I relapsed |
| Put a nigga whole hood on the map |
| New shirt, want the front or the back? |
| Nigga, you ain’t even livin' like that |
| I was whippin' up the work for the fifth and the first, nigga, you ain’t never |
| did it like that |
| I just walked his ass down with Chanel Crocs on, nigga, you ain’t never spin |
| 'em like that |