one the on the feds probe
your all fakers red couch
red crystal red pepper and salt shakers
show some respect what you expect thats a hundred inch
telescopes binoculars the feds hate my bynacula
from sellin coke im proper docked that means im spectacular
ya moms buy heroin wit no hands im smackin her
since dane to danes i made it rain
now in the strip club the benjies turn to paper planes
i told ya bitch to hurry up
cause i'm in between the base my mane
silencers on calibers would do it louder bro
smash his melon im the black galicka
you know i dump mine on fake niggas one time
think we from houston we done screwed her up
friction from mission to mission
ave. to ave. from kitchen to kitchen
and i'm luxury girl come sit on my lap
her friends like don't go that shit is a trap
they'll have you trafficn' swallowin
how you gonna listen to that
you the fliest one in your crew
started to smile like you knew this shit was a wrap
her friends was right tho
she gonna be pitchin some crack
i tell a bitch get over here"