put 100 on his head that's a maserati
see me gettin' money wanna stand beside me
bitch i ain't got no friends all i got is family
be a episode of martin if ya niggas try me
or have my bitch pam waitin' in ya loby
i tell him big shurly that's a heavy body
if we can't get to you we hittin' everybody
come and get a nine piece
i keep my old dawg right beside me
niggas front like they a menace
then they turn to chancey
i got up and i'm still up
weak niggas loud bu the strong quiet
my niggas knock off pounds like lebron diet
ballin' since do or die was the anthem
runnin' suicides in the phantom
i think the roy more sick
squares bout to push my button like atari joystick
i go range on the week-end
50 shades and some retail
niggas fucked up the game when they let you geeks in
i should crossover cause all you niggas is reaching
like these bitches want your time first
i tell a hoe like you can keep your pussy
all these niggas wanna shine first
but nobody wanna climb first
i just multiply on these bastards
you ain't gotta buy em a casket
how niggas get old fast but get buried young
and yo city don't wanna see you fly
when a crown big as my g ride
the more they see i drop the mixtape g-5
six years later got another deal
shit like a bitch then like a bitch i will aim
ain't no bitchin' my name
i figure that you'll be inspired
by all of these riches and fame
go try and get the hype right
i'm everywhere but in em lame niggas eye sight
or in a bitch nigga's armreach
i got ya cuffin' yo girl in advance
but why would i give a fuck if the world in my hands
gripin' the steerin' wheel of the rafe
she said a girl chill at her place
you know you need a third wheel when ya race
i know these loud niggas might hype you
but i'll put a period on yo life cycle
niggas spot you at the pad and they might wipe you
adjust yo volume and save that talk talk for ya album
put 100 on his head that's a maserati
see me gettin' money wanna stand beside me
bitch i ain't got no friends all i got is family
be a episode of martin if ya niggas try me
or have my bitch pam waitin' in ya loby
i tell him big shurly that's a heavy body
if we can't get to you we hittin' everybody
come and get a nine piece
i keep my old dawg right beside me
niggas front like they a menace
then they turn to chancey