One take, turn it up T Raw what up nigga? Ugh, so Lebron in this rap shit She sucked me off so long I rubbed off her chap stick still stuntin on weak niggas like so what? touch down in New York Im fuckin with slow butts mommy flying down the West side in that S5 fuck with bad bitches from Queens to bestov neck piece still on freeze mode, been hot since Sega Genesis dooky ropes and Cangos I still act a fool with the cash put the bitch on blast thats the best I know she let me smash and I didnt have to give her a penny shit I just gave her some Remy next thing you know Im getting head in my Bentley BET just got me leaving right I'm about to cop me a new crib and a nine figure digit price man the boy dangerous like too much codeine I get on tracks I spaze no I O.D. niggas dont know me ugh keep extra niggas for safe thats why thats for them fuck boys out there trying to play me these J's aint out yet you cant find em I dine like mobsters eating four cheese pastas and I aint like these boys out here I dont rock tight pants or look wierd or dye my hair Im a mother fuckin nigga from the O-H-I-O niggas come broke out here like T.O. we bout money straight like starch sayin Im broke is like trying to say dogs dont bark nigga that aint happenin (nope) no Tom Sole pull up in that 911 and crush they mood cause Im that dude ask your bitch she was texting you, she was suckin my dick yeah she multi-talented smokin that Cali-shit I smoke one down and I roll me another spliff wizzle nigga