black clothes and bangers
bullet shells and chambers
we stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us
i'm one sell out record away from being famous
you could paint it how you may
but i remain this gangsta 'til the day i lay
i spit it for my nigga's sake
i spit it for myself a long time ago
i'm so straight i'm pointin
and baby boy the ointment
baby boy the president now
shit you gotta make an appointment
and make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table
they get chubby and they move to miami
i'm banned from wet willies
they get chubby and they move to miami
i'm banned from wet willies
matchin drop top sun shade
spent about five on a condo high in the sky
had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow
and don't think about the past
now we floatin on everything
niggaz doing about anything
killin while they hustlin
niggaz puttin it in for the change
culpepper gettin his roll on
i'm on the side with that bling
don't fuck with that dogg
i'm gonna knock your fuckin head off
with a swagger you can't get
i pop like when he goin stop? when it's empty
and you still drawing leonardo d'vinci
uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound
duffle bag full of cash when i come around
the lil' homie got the game so i put him down
world wide wearin a crown
nigga's stand their grounds
i know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga
anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga
and let us through that motherfucker
cause that water ran us out that motherfucker