Parkside baby, nigga
I don't care about no rap money, I'm still hittin' licks
All my niggas solid, we all got stitched lips
Always had real niggas 'round me since a kid
Always thought big, always wanted to be rich
These niggas, they be lame, they ain't livin' like I live
I just bought a 40 with a fifteen-round clip
I don't even have to, but I just hit another lick
I just hit another lick
I'm ridin' low-key 'cause I'm slidin' with your bitch
Niggas think we playin', I'll show 'em what time it is
I just bought a new gun, I can't wait to go shoot it
I'll turn shit up, I don't gotta be zooted
Play with me, lil' boy, you must be stupid
I'm a ghetto nigga, I don't care about no Ruth Chris
I'll shoot you in your ass like a nigga name is Cupid
Suede on the road, where he at? He bringin' blues in
Ayy, bitch, I be where the money be
Don't hit me for no ounce or no G's, only P's
I'm sayin' fuck love 'cause they leave eventually
Shorty say she love me, she don't care 'bout felonies
Naw, I'm just playin', she don't like I'm in the streets
She like, "Why the fuck you still ridin' with a heat?"
She like, "Why you still ridin' with that shit?"
She say I'm actin' like I like jail and shit
I'm a felon, but with her, a nigga harmless
Ayy, that shit don't make no sense, 'cause I'm heartless
Nigga, fuck a handout like I'm armless
See, me, I'll get a bag regardless
