(Lil' Rent got the drip) (1800 for you) I be fuckin' up the load, I put bleach in colored clothes If you gettin' what you want, don't ask me 'bout no other hoes Showed you this 'cause it was low, but I got some other 'bows I was on and off that plan, my brother made me cuff the roll I had to ask, how you the brick man? You barely touched the dope He said he never get a chance, before they land, them bitches gone But I'll cash the whole crop, feel like I planned a scene in Blow I'll catch a whole opp, soon as you see them niggas, blow Make sure they don't survive This rap shit feel like the trap, they paid in all fives We whack shit, you better not miss 'cause that's how dog died She suck me 'til I tell her stop, I know her jaws tired They hate me 'cause I'm in this spot, I jumped through barbed wire Walk out the water to a Bentley and it's frog-eye When the clouds hit the city, bitch, we fog-lighting I charged him eighty for that brick 'cause this dog biting I'm makin' cake just to spend this shit on all icing Three hundred racks off six states what you call swiping My mans set my mans up what you call shiesty Ten illegal guns on us, but my dog licensed My sister twelve and her arm icy I be fuckin' up the load, I put bleach in colored clothes If you gettin' what you want, don't ask me 'bout no other hoes Showed you this 'cause it was low, but I got some other 'bows I was on and off that plan, my brother made me cuff the roll I had to ask, how you the brick man? You barely touched the dope He said he never get a chance, before they land, them bitches gone But I'll cash the whole crop, feel like I planned a scene in Blow I'll catch a whole opp, soon as you see them niggas, blow Eleven hundred in the Track', it sound like dog fighting (It's crazy) These kids look up to me like Mike, they wanna ball like me (Yeah) You niggas broke and ain't on shit, don't let these broads hype them I pass that shit off on the low and have my dog wipe you (Phew) An all-nighter with no license (Mhm) One of the few who really do it, I'm like Bo Jackson (One of the few) You hit my ho, I ain't gon' trip, I'm just gon' tax you (What you want?) This bitch got pillows and massage, I'm in this ho relaxing (Yeah) Plug askin', niggas playin', I'm like, "Throw it past 'em" Touch down, I speak, niggas listen, they like, "Face a pastor" (Mhm) I ain't gotta speak, I let this check harass 'em Aston Martin truck, this bitch a lil' faster, nigga I be fuckin' up the load, I put bleach in colored clothes If you gettin' what you want, don't ask me 'bout no other hoes Showed you this 'cause it was low, but I got some other 'bows I was on and off that plan, my brother made me cuff the roll I had to ask, how you the brick man? You barely touched the dope He said he never get a chance, before they land, them bitches gone But I'll cash the whole crop, feel like I planned a scene in Blow I'll catch a whole opp, soon as you see them niggas, blow