shop til u drop
ashley all day
i got lead just like a pistol
and your mama gonna miss you if you do not duck this missile
i serve you from out the rental
she go low like it's limbo
you can't see because the tint
pour the codeine in the bottle
and the 40 black like charcoal
gucci belt with the moschino
callin' plays like dan marino
bad bitch think she creole
smokin' o's and countin' zeros
got the chop up by the peephole
what you want? got what you need
ain't got nothin' for the free
my crip niggas countin' c-notes
twenty racks up in my ksubis
you got bus card in your chinos
on the greyhound movin' p's
hit my line and speak that lingo