(Enrgy made this) I just stabbed a nigga up with a kitchen knife I need a whole bag to get me back at sixty-nine Swank called with a four of Wock', he want sixty-five Bitch asked me what I want to eat, I said shrimp and fries I need my shit fried hard Finna go swimming in that pussy, fuck a lifeguard Seen the stage, but didn't break a sweat, I got on Right Guard I'm just tryna overcome the struggle, bitch, my life hard Fucked the bitch and fell asleep quick, I guess she put it on me Robbed a couple niggas last year, they still lookin' for me Told the plug I wanna sell bud, he put some Cookie on me I'm fucked up, he gave me two, then I took one from him I don't wanna buy the Wocky pint unless the booklet on it Bought a real knife in the county, gave him a cook-up for it Tuck my shirt in when I do fraud, tryna look important Two ounces of Act' in the cream look like a bunch of mortar Bought a Glock 40 from a deaf for a zip of soft Shot a thousand rounds out the Drac', the wood wiggled off Rio fuck with St. Bernard, but this some different dog Unc' let the birds fly away, boy, that's pigeon talk I can't buy that pint from you if the seal been off Hit the brick like six times, damn near killed the dog Burnin' tires in the Hellcat, the rubber peeling off You need a split, well, here's a number you can call New skeletized AR pistol weigh eleven pounds Extended clip on the 50 cal' hold eleven rounds I was fuckin' six hoes a day, I had to settle down Man, this beat hittin' hard as fuck, cut the treble down I ain't got the AB10 no more, but it's some Tech around Right now all the hoes I got bleedin', but it's some neck around Used to ho niggas sippin' green, but I respect 'em now Too much lubricant on my Glock, it won't eject the round Cause caught a body on the slab, he in Texas now Dumb and Dumb3r went so fuckin' hard, they took "R3kless" down Put my all in a fake brick and it let me down I ain't like jewelry at first, I want a necklace now I don't want that Wraith truck, I want a Tesla now Standard magazine don't hold enough, I need several rounds Dawg said he got some 'bows for what? Nigga, settle down Hit my wax pen on the plane, shit very loud I know a nigga with a brick, but won't sell an ounce If you owe me somethin' and you broke, nigga, sell your house Sold a nigga twenty-nine grams and took the extras out If that shit don't jump back, you gotta melt it down Mike was drinking Quali', I had red and wouldn't sell a ounce Then this nigga found some Actavis, I'm jealous now He ain't put no oil in his Scat', he need headers now Ten bands in twenties in my jeans, had to wrestle it out