dame grease
hollywood ferg
fuck with' yo' boy
ow
won't you hit me for them bitches dude
he pull up in sixes too
watch me leave
they gon' be missin' you
in the kitchen mood
gets to chefin' up
all my niggaz done wet shit up
uh-oh
gain greene comin'
they catchin' up
set ya up
when you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
niggaz sneakin' from behind
leave you leakin' from that.9
i'm gon' serve you with that quarantine
pardon me
take your breath away like a robbery
ow ow
now i got youngins in the front
nah surrender for someone
gotta
gotta get that dough
i can bet i hit that hoe
told her daddy that she love me
bigga
she eat my dick
leave ya red like a tomato
gonna spin you like tornado
know that boy
he got that label
bigga don't fuck with gain greene?
hit you with that big shit
get your career ended
nigga i feel offended
best to watch your mouth when you speakin' to the chief
leave you leakin' in the street
catch you cheatin' that's your feet off of them
they go
leave you all fileted and broke
they don't alternate that coke
i'm a hit them when they close they eyes
ship they dome all out the sky
hide ya prize
every dime i count is mines
ow ow
won't you hit me for them bitches dude
he pull up in sixes too
watch me leave
they gon' be missin' you
in the kitchen mood
gets to chefin' up
all my niggaz done wet shit up
uh-oh
gain greene comin'
they catchin' up
set ya up
when you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
niggaz sneakin' from behind
leave you leakin' from that.9
i'm gon' serve you with that quarantine
pardon me
take your breath away like a robbery
ow ow
foster home to foster home
case in d.c.f. yung ferg
kicked to the curb and forced to head and nest
always knew that i'd be blessed
like a angel in the flesh
i get high
ready to die
you can see it in my eye
wasn't for rap
i'd prolly be dead
wasn't for coke
i'd prolly be broke
wasn't for push
i'd prolly be bitched
fuck you think
touchin' all them bricks
almost had dreams that i copped that six
know these fiends
gon' need that fix
i'll be there like the jackson 5
stay on point like allen i
check maxy for them pies
he gon' front me 25
bring 'em back
20 perp
off 'em all for 25
middleman anything that i can
who the fuck you think that i am
cop that aston-martin caddy
i ain't even touch my sack
fiends be itchin' like a rash
mami told me stroke it fast
are you done? "