momma working

everything in the bag nigga

everything man

bag all this shit up

my moms coming home at like 11 b

we gotta get the fuck up out of here

we can't be here when moms come in the crib

my nigga. word

yo

this shit depressing

3 to 6 for smith and wesson

on ryker's island

them hoes was telling get their best friends

they need protection

i seen the d's

they played the roof out

it's time to move out

the block hot

don't bring the coop out

i'm in the new shit

balenciaga and a blue fit

we throwing parties

these bitches swimming got the pool lit

i bagged up eight balls over green

no need for pool sticks

i'm sick of chinese

close up shop

let's head to ruth's chris

connect jamaican

i'm the reason for that last breath you taking

and fuck this paper

we throw it like we just graduated

started in a pathfinder

then i had to navigate it

we ain't had much

my uncle said use your imagination"