line the garbage can up with them raps cause you trash
rhymes like that on the wrong block could get your ass shot
my big homie had the 8 ball letters
i had the polo golf sweater
long sleeves and shorts go together
my selection too motherfucking heavy
baby had the slip on vans she slipped into my chevy
outside when i arrived she was already ready
i drew a map to the treasure
betray me never my hoes gon' have to watch us ball forever
my new bitch so bad my other ones want me to share her
9-11 porsche carrera floating like a ferry
out in napa valley drinking wine and smoking cherry
one time for my home boy berner