aye aye i gave this lil hoe my number now she can t stop usin it gang out west 290 shit bitch you know how im rocking nigga get yo guns up get yo funds up you on that op shit you get mop sticked bitch no hooks part 2 gang i gave this lil hoe my number now she can t stop usin it i just bought a new chopper now i can t stop usin it made in italy my shoes got 2 gs on em cop a foreign than i threw some d s on em im a dog on every beat i leave fleas on em see my pistol like a lemon boy dont make me squeeze on ya and bitch if you ain t no stripper i ain t throwin cheese on you im so cold i might leave you froze if i sneeze on you if you do blow then bring me yo nose out here sellin blow ran out of baggage so i told my hoes to go to the store chopper left him with a bald head but he had a fro they wanted smoke now they all dead go look at the score the hottest nigga in it ain t i baby im a big dog but i ain t a k9 you droppin names to the feds boy you better not say non get 200 for the time bitch can t let her waste mine the cops tried to get it back at me tough luck damned if they pull me over with this shit in my trunk fast whip with the pink slip bitch this my shit im ridin in it with a full clip of this hot shit ridin 26 s on the road to riches bitches blow me kisses tried to tell em but they didn t listen now they reminiscin cause they dissin i bought ammunition for the opposition you ain t got no vision and you confused with no intuition this bitch so thick she can t even fit her thong i can t consider pistol cause the clip is too long she can t inhale her smoke cause the reefa too strong i know i was gon make it won t be broke for too long bitch i got my shoes i rock christian luves when i walk money in my room i dont got no room in the vault if you make the news fuckin with my dudes thats your fault tried to run he fell should ve tied his shoes before he walked i gave that bitch my number even though i knew she would stalk he say he the truth even when i knew he was false actin like he hard even though i knew he was soft i was sellin hard i know what to do with the soft bitch im livin large like im big pun in this bitch like some morphine leave a nigga numb in this bitch big booty bitch i might put my thumb in her shit switched ruger clips and i put a drum on that bitch bitch im trynna put my paws on a bag like im santa clause get all in her jaws kick her out and forget to call nigga im a bear you a dog got a different claw nigga you ain t seen what i saw boy my vision raw ridin 4 deep with that heat no drive out we walk up leave a nigga block chalked up you kill one of mine we get our lick back we need to sober up i put my drop top in a paint shop it need a close up this bitch lookin at me like wine she fine as hell she wanna fuck my watch well only time will tell you broke as hell in that cell you can t make your bail we got pounds we got bails and they all for sale sixes on my cutlass got me sittin tall as hell a nigga press my buttons then you know we raisin hell you wanna have my baby hoe you must be crazy as hell get up and get some money boy yo ass lazy as hell ran up a quarter mill and i ain t even got no deal i rode with the steel and i dont even need no pill you actin like you drill you ain t even in no field even though im grown still ridin on big wheels skrt gang gaaaang gang hhahahah bitch skrt skrt