I sip high tech don't need no wrapper They know I ball don't need no scale Fell in love with tools if they play we kill everyone I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns Why you trust no one I got my reasons I pull up hell cat tryna leave these demons I treat all my hoes just like the last one Leave the mic in the studio I'm back countin' Jacksons My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired My chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes When the lights off my mouth hit colors ain't nothing for me to leave a bitch on red Inside of the coupe peanut butter, I still will never give a bitch no bread From the trap to a entertainer still I get em touched for what he said In the hood serving undercover how else is we gon get fed I'm picky with all these bitches like I dig in they nose they know how it goes My last name ain't Jenkins they heard I'm having all the bowls and they tryna score Make money from music and trapping like DJ and roach I call it Hustle and Flow I'm a don in my city 'cause I want it more (I want it more yeah) I sip high tech Don't need no wrapper They know I ball Don't need no scale Fell in love with tools if they play we kill everyone I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns Why you trust no one I got my reasons I pull up hell cat tryna leave these demons I treat all my hoes just like the last one Leave the mic in the studio I'm back countin' Jacksons My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired My chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes I'm the modern day Loc dog 'cause I keep extensions like [?] They call me Keevin man and I been throwing dick and all these bitches receiving September baby I was born in the fall so bitch is you staying or leaving We argue 'cause you wanna fuck in the morning I wanna fuck in the evening My dick better than heroine I inject in her body and I leave her feening See a app we don't dare run we'll put em on Fox call him Willie Beamon Clip taller than Megatron, hit em with a bullet now he out for the season Lil nigga don't give me a reason I sip high tech Don't need no wrapper They know I ball Don't need no scale Fell in love with tools if they play we kill everyone I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns Why you trust no one I got my reasons I pull up hell cat tryna leave these demons I treat all my hoes just like the last one Leave the mic in the studio I'm back countin' Jacksons My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired My chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes