Let me smoke one with my dog Right on Flake Street Fendi P, Corner Boy P What you call him Oh shit, oh shit Bitch you know that's Corner Boy These hoes, ain't fucking you, cause you a broke boy Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy Oh shit, I think I'm facing time, shit got me paranoid Boost Mobile clicking, niggas say he 'bout to [?] Push the bitch face out my lap, I got to make a play Ándale, honestly I pray to trap another day God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like God damn Blowin' gas, all in the air, no I don't fuck with squares Got damn, put them bands on him, get that nigga murked His homies ain't gon' do shit for him, but put him on a shirt God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so pussy You a pussy, hating on your dog, for pussy, fucking pussy Always pull your gun and never fucking shoot it (Never shoot it) I'm a real Eastside nigga, you can't overlook me Bring me $4, 500, you could get a P Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear Play legendary, fuck around gon' let it go in here I came up with some niggas, they feel just like me Your bitch DM said she just wanna put her mouth on me It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G My scale on me, that's major key She give me top, my candle lit I swerve the car, can't handle it These broke boy's don't want no smoke I split that nigga cantaloupe I got bands around the dough I got first dibs on your hoe Just served her a They knocking at my momma door I blacked out in the booth Don't fucking ask why Spitta signed me fo'