Can't smoke in the club? Got a pound in here (It's a Wayne beat) Better not say we can't smoke in this bitch, got a pound in here I'm probably finna go fuck after this anyway Damn Nigga, what's that sound in here? (What's that?) Better not say we can't smoke, we got a, alright (Pound in here) Alright, what's that sound in here? (We got a pound in here, yeah, alright) Nigga, ayy, what's that sound in here? They better not say we can't smoke, I got a pound in here Let a nigga swing on me, I'll drop a hundred rounds in here I put my city on, I done made a couple thousand there Mad as hell Ri' just lit another Black & Mild in here Still hit her raw even though I had a condom near Turn the blinker on, it's a hundred fuckin' pounds in here High off Percs, sweatin' like a bitch, bro, throw another towel in here Ah, I'm turnt up, I could growl in here Man, what the fuck? It's too loud in here Brought my niggas to my bitch crib, had a crowd in there I never gave a fuck 'bout what they on and I ain't tryna care Slide through my hood on weekdays and I'm probably there Every time we do a track with somebody, it ain't soundin' fair (Never) Bro, hide the K under the couch, my mama here You talkin' 'bout the Gucci store, I just spent twenty-two thousand there Shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot, dial in there You was livin' in the same spot for years and they found you there Boy, you should've been moved out when the coast was clear I don't wanna see no more obituaries on my dashboard I don't wanna see no more obituaries on my dashboard Fuck, I done seen too many faces on the dashboard Push the Scat' to the limit like I'm tryna chase the dashboard If my jeans could fit higher, knot 'em up, they'd be past sore Jeans could fit higher, knot 'em up, they'd be past sore Don't ask me to pass my weed, nigga, better pass yours Talkin' 'bout these hoes don't know me, you better ask yours Not a regular rapper, my nigga, better fast, okay I'm not a regular rapper, my nigga, better fast forward I had to travel for this shit, you better ask Dora I just got another eight, I'm finna half pour it Your crib got broke in, that was bad storage Meet me out, right here at the door, you know we important Eleven, twelve hundred for a pop when we drinkin' Morton Okay, I'm finna have a good day, I got sleep this morning I been gettin' fat off the drank like I'm eatin' Morton Get it? Like I'm eatin' Morton If I ain't pour the drank up- I know, yeah If I ain't pour the drank up right now, I know E'll pour it Yeah, I hit your bitch, I'm always in Savannah, but I don't be in Georgia Man, what the fuck? You went to sleep? Damn, E, record me Pussy had a scent so I put her out the room and let her keep the forty A nigga ain't gon' take shit, bitch, I keep the 40 Codewords when I look for Wock', call Kiki for me Two heavy in the rap game, can't shit weak support me Street niggas like Lil D and Lil E support me When I touch down in the Mil', ManMan got heat for me I can tell you ain't never dropped a body, you got a weak stomach My bitch so real, she asked could she take the lil' plea for me? Before I ever signed a record deal, I made three hundred That ain't toothpaste on your bitch mouth, bro, it's skeet on it Even though I pulled up by myself, I'm tryna leave somethin' Man, I'll leave a nigga Alright, we ain't gon' talk about it, ah Shit Ghetto Boyz shit We still grindin'