hope i don't violate
baby bash
we always hope we do the right thang
with my momma up in heaven
all my homeys smokin' reifer
all my nephews and my nieces
we gon' leave it up to jesus
so you know my style's great
so i'm drippin' like a faucet
leaky through the track with stunt-tastics
but i can't see that option
but i'm crazy for the chicken
tryin' to get my hands on you
and the beef get to kickin'
cause every once in a while
i'm tryin' to stay high while them niggas steady ballin'
two times for my g's that never come back
hopin' i can see you one time