maybe cause i m eatin and these bastards fiend for they grub i carry pumps like i serve gasoline to these scrubs have you seen my aston leanin on dubs and they can t afford chrome so they puttin vaseline on they hubs i m lookin for a girl with a ass like trina to rub take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub these niggas hate i move as smooth as castor cream in the club and dont pass my green or my bub but i m a fly nigga that don t do much to pull her and dick her everyday i m poppin a tag and pullin a sticker everyday i m switchin the tags and pullin up sicker every k i m loadin the mags with bullets to flicker and i ain t hesitatin homie i m pullin it quicker so you can act tough after a few pulls of some liquor gotta pull it on niggas and they won t be goin nowhere for a while they might as well pull out a snicker ye ye yea forgive me father for i have sinned but look at all this money that i spend and look at all this jewlery that i m in and look at all the places that i ve been and look at all the women in those brims look at the blue flames that i m in i look at all the bullshit that theres been and if i had another chance i d do it again  anywhere the kid move you know the hammers ll be with me pokin out the shirt like a pamela lee titty i went on tour brought the samples of d wit me came back a month later bought a lambo for three fifty think i throw you grams if you read with me just because you see me on the camera with p diddy dammit we p driddy now i got g with me along with the third leg that i be rammin in these bitties i keep the revolver you hope my gun ll jam but with the scope its gonna blam the infra put freckles on your face like opie cunningham thats why i m watched by the feds and scoped by uncle sam dope and hunn ed grams rope and hunn ed grams at the same time an artist get to open summer jam hope you understand or use better sense these niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements nigga i m in a waggy when i m passin by ya with a baby girl who suck harder than maggie on a pacifier what i m smokin ll have you aggie as your last supplier when you can smell it through the baggie you know that s some fire gettin stressed by these hotties is regular i got a magazine to press to your body like editors test me somebody i m beggin ya i got the gatling gun like jesse the body in predator i m a hustler i dont sling no rocks to the fiends now got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds any other dude who dish rocks want beef cause i chop dimes bigger than chris rock front teeth i m the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup of the cris and while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss i m in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist 1