Man, that fuck nigga do somethin', man That nigga just moved in and got all that traffic comin' in and out of that motherfucker, man He doin' somethin', man, I can't put my finger on it Nigga walkin' in my spot, leavin' out with grocery bags I buy my hoes Bottega bags, rob a nigga in a Prada mask Come here, baby, your fine ass, come here, baby, your sexy ass I can't fall for none of these hoes, nigga, nice guys finish last Shit get greasy on my side, nigga, quit talkin', come outside Used to fight at Golden Glide, trap spot on Memorial Drive We put weed in cereal boxes, we put opps in wooden coffins Exhale good za out our nostrils, we put diamonds in our goblets Ask my girl how much I shoot, taught my kids to do it too Go ask Roc how many sticks I bought, that nigga seen the proof All my cribs is modern, all my bitches pretty as hell, nigga All my cars is foreign and them bitches fast as hell, nigga I turn street nigga to victims, lay shit down, nigga, I'm the victor Every day I dodge the system, my young Oakland nigga bippin' My young bitch be flippin' houses, I fuck doctors and accountants I know growers in the mountains, I'm too big to sell you ounces I'm too big to sell you sevens, some of my nigga done lost they soul They too evil to go to Heaven, I just modified this cutta Watch me work this MAC-11, rich ass plug, my floor is marble I got packs and wooden parcels, so many P's my play startled Bae, don't talk too much, I'm high, nigga ain't eatin they phones dry Used to take change to Coinstar, now I got like eight cars Damn, lil' bae, you look scrumptious, 12 hit the lights, we take off buttons Nigga, I drink on Triss and Wock, I don't sip on tea and crumpets All my ex-hoes still want me, all my ex-girls stay in sample Nigga, come play with my herd, he gon' get his bitch ass trample I know smackers on Panola, I know smackers in Stone Mountain My potna dropped them racks off yesterday and, nigga, I'm still countin', let's go Man, hold up, come here, come here Look at this shit Man, this nigga got Lambs, TRXs and Jailbreaks Nigga, Mercedes trucks pullin' up, man Nigga leavin' up out that bitch with Duffel, bookbags Man, that fuck-nigga got somethin' goin' on, I'm tellin' you, man I know a trap nigga when I see one, man A nigga can't fool me Where that nigga say he was' from? Oh Decatur? He from the Eastside? I bet that nigga got low numbers on them bitches Where them nigga pullin' up? Them nigga numbers gots to be low Nigga walkin' in my spot, leavin' out with grocery bags I buy my hoes Bottega bags, rob a nigga in a Prada mask Come here, baby, your fine ass, come here, baby, your sexy ass I can't fall for none of these hoes, nigga, nice guys finish last Shit get greasy on my side, nigga, quit talkin', come outside Used to fight at Golden Glide, trap spot on Memorial Drive We put weed in cereal boxes, we put opps in wooden coffins Exhale good Za out our nostrils, we put diamonds in our goblets