Alright Alright All the real pretty hoe's gimme no problem She take care of me, she think it's cute when I'm withdrawlin' I don't know these niggas 'cause my vision fishing power I do beamer coupes I feel like sosa in this audi I take perc 10's 'cause them xans tasting sour Muddy pinky up, I'm in berries eating chowder Pay me by the hour, 10 bands 2 of those I don't smoke the sour Exotic like them Europe hoes, Hi-Tec in my cuticles Yo' hoe at my funeral, I'm a percy popper Nothing I won't do for those, I been ducking bullet holes Wockhardt tastes like kool-aid, home, do you got a doctor? Nothing I won't do for you, talk to me proper I'm in to them ruder hoes, can't be friends with stupid hoes I might die, I do it though, nothing ain't been through befo' Talk to me proper, yo yo aye, talk to me proper Shoutout Mass Appeal I'm LUCKI