| See I ain’t popping outta your section, they like, «What you on?» |
| I say, «Lil' nigga, I’m on that cheese, on that provolone» |
| Ain’t hard to see you off your pivot, boy, you hella grown |
| Stay on my ten toes, we solid, ain’t no fronting, homes |
| We heard him talking over that internet, he ain’t make it home |
| Finna flood my timepiece, this a Audemars, he a honeycomb |
| So presidential like I do this for Obama kids |
| We see you riding for all them rats, hey, what your partner did? |
| I’ma keep it G, lil' nigga, hold up, check the numbers, bag it up, send it off |
| Birds come in packs of hunneds, we gon' get these pigeons off |
| I don’t even wanna fuck your bitch, I seen her, make my dick soft |
| These niggas so fu, damn near made me pissed off |
| Pound of gas, third house, falcons in my bird house |
| Chickens want me cooped up, whipping on my third house |
| Better not think you valid cuz you rapping, check your whereabouts |
| Said you with that action, now you acting, what you worried 'bout? |
| In the booth right now, rolling up this cookie blunt |
| Thinking bout my next move, damn, I’m finna fuck ‘em up |
| Boy, that ain’t no real bread, you ain’t seen a hunned plus |
| Think it’s sweet, come around, we gon get him hemmed up |
| Bands tucked, quick to up |
| Boy I got that .40 too, we gon bust |
| Blowing on a pound of gas, sixteen different onions |
| And we ain’t giving out hall passes, better go and get to running |
| See I ain’t popping outta your section, they like, «What you on?» |
| I say, «Lil' nigga, I’m on that cheese, on that provolone» |
| Ain’t hard to see you off your pivot, boy, you hella grown |
| Stay on my ten toes, we solid, ain’t no fronting, homes |
| We heard him talking over that internet, he ain’t make it home |
| Finna flood my timepiece, this a Audemars, he a honeycomb |
| So presidential like I do this for Obama kids |
| We see you riding for all them rats, hey, what your partner did? |