(Ooh, SAV killed it)
Told bro, "Cut me in on the drank, it's only right"
Just had to teach my lil' nigga part of the game, this shit priceless
Build my bitch spirit up and broke it down, she got to cryin'
Shit, I know I ain't the nicest
Told her if she don't stuff this shit then she hikin'
Your bitch took a birdbath, that bitch triflin'
Got the drank for the low, like Kevin Hart, I'm so excited
Made me happy, I just paid three dollars for some Vicodins
The police come, I act like Deebo comin', I just get to hidin' shit
Unc' steady gettin' high off coke, he got a steady problem
I know my hairline fucked up, I got an Eddie Munster
Niggas need to shut the fuck up if you ain't got eighty thousand
I cut the barrel off my K tryna make it louder
I should've used the .308, it got special powers
Unc' hit a line off a plate on the kitchen counter
Dog let me in with FN H, had to tip the bouncer
Lil E just drunk a whole eight in less than an hour
I just bust a watch down with all expensive diamonds
Fuck a rat, they get me in that room, can't even tell what time it is
Nigga thought he bought some Percs, but, no, these just some Niacins
If the pussy smell like perch, then I don't even try it
Shot him in his leg, he bleedin' out, fuck it, let him die then
I can't catch another case, bro, I'm a second-timer
Got a track from [?], Mike on the beat, Smith & Wesson by me
I made a hit off basketballs like Kurtis Powder
Damn, I mean Kurtis Blow
Destin got shot twice with a four-five, they barely hurt him though
I got a picky fiend, he only come for certain dope
Sold his ass a line of rat poison and broke his nose
Got a white boy addicted to pills, he like to trade for clothes
Got a fiend that did too much blow, can't even blow her nose
Plug wanted to come OT, he know border patrol
Paid for everything up front, he can't front me no more
Had to argue with my nigga, he stomped on the dope
Gave my pharmacist a gram of powder, he snuck me a four
Had this Glock 9 for ten years, all rusty, it blow
Rap bitch came through the door and got fucked on the floor
Bitch, I'm in my best bag
I don't even sell dog no more, I want a meth lab
Rob unc' ass for everything soon as his check cash
Fuck a flight, I'm drivin' all the way, I don't do jet lag
Have my cousin Bear gun you down from the WestPad
They put my brother Rio on the box, minor setback
If I ain't around, I send my young dogs to collect that
Cuz rich, he spent a half a million on a jetpack
Ho, I'm in my bookbag
I don't really got no attitude, I just look mad
I ain't never fried a piece of chicken, but can cook crack
My nigga hit my bitch, but I hit his, I can accept that
Damn, I need a wet vac
'Cause I dropped a half a pint of red, that's where the Tech at
Cleaned it up and put it in a bottle, I'ma sell that
I fucked her, I ain't even bust a nut, I want my sex back
