a lot of niggas on some fake shit
go tell them niggas i'm the last one to play with
i'm serving dick inside the tender
and i ain't never changing up
remember back inside the trenches i'd pray for a lick?
but i was made for this shit
want a show? send that ticket
ass out for thirty minutes
come with less than two bands and get a bad verse
my youngin' askin' shit later
i see you cuffin' that lil' bitch
she need a bandage on the cat 'cause it get bruised up
jump in the water with them sharks
and they know i'm hearin' first about my currency
lil' bro gon' come and get 'em fast
your partner gone and you ain't write him
like you ain't ever heard of me
bitches tucked like a napkin
i was in the cut fresh as fuck
givenchy under where i'm tryna fuck
got the whole car smellin'
we leave the whole car deadly
she gon' fuck for them blue strips
i know a lot of street niggas with some loose lips
and i can't go against the code 'cause i'm too still
a couple hoes inside the crib
he in all black lurkin' when the moon up
choppa shakin' like this bitch need a tune-up
bitches tryna give me noggin like a crew cut
she can't stand me talking