you-you niggas be flexin' but really be frontin'
i go to the bank like my name was tim duncan
i got more bars than a hundred year sentence
cookin' up like a chemist
and my pockets fat like that man akademiks
the only one rapper who don't need a pendant
got hoes in my phone and they be so dependent
you niggas be mad with no shine
i'ma make the money flip six times
my momma said that darius is big time
please don't hit my phone if you're not tryna' fuck on me
now she's just givin' throat to me
your bitch finna show for me
bitch celibate and i still hit
i need to fuck with a real bitch
they sayin' lil' frosty is real lit
left that lil' bitch squirtin'
been twenty one years and you still ain't got laid
got head from your granny