i'm finna let you know what time it is
every word i'm rhyming bitch
i got bitches in the vato
i want nothing to do with
most bitches cause most bitches is broke bitches
i yoke bitches with no witness
i show wild get smoked out
i blow clouds of dope child
i'm mean for the ends and got ice in my my ring
i got screens in the benz before the licesnse plate came
might with a sexy in strange motel
and yes he in a range rovelle
i'm like cocaine for sale
slid on my watch and it stopped
just wait till niggaz doze off and sleep
now the hoes tryin to creep
throwin there cloths off in the g
i pulled off and see some hutches on the corner
cause it's buisiness as usal
who you know that's flyer than we?
it natural like the tobacco from the backwood
i dumped out right before i rolled a sack full of that piss
man i been missin that bitch
wrapped her up and lit her up and we kissed
grabed the privilage gave my cap a twist
turned the bitch out just like turning coke to crack is just
all in the wrist and the chain