use'ta this

fabolous

yo

i be tellin' 'em

once they get used to this

they gon' have a hard time tryna find it somewhere else

it ain't this real over there

you think livin' my dream came over night

baby

like i ain't had chicken wings over rice

baby

i just need me somebody to blow the dice

baby

but do you take a bad bitch over a nice lady?

can't say they ain't worth it

just overpriced maybe

can't really tell if she ride

i drove it twice maybe

that ass do turn heads like poltergeist

baby

know she put it in her mouth

that overbite crazy

i'm tryna chill but really i'm cold as ice

baby

you used to hear me in the streets like motorbikes

baby

i been stayin' to myself

the social life's shady

your own blood'll watch you bleed

you know that like brazy

i outgrow people like baby clothes

i hate yes men and maybe hoes

real shit expose a friend that maybe foe

you day ones was plottin' on you on the day before

yeah

baby row for baby joe

johan gettin' big

gave his rollie to baby bro

yeah

we even hand-me-down different

you raisin' kings

you gotta hand 'em crowns different

uh

cartier christmasses

it's more toys in the driveway than the christmas list

everybody gucci

we can smile today

this is what we hustle for

trappy holidays

mexicano

workin' nigga

trapaholic

genius nigga

somethin' like i'm aristotle

hit the gas

baby

i'm talkin' full throttle

beat the odds

the numbers wait

hold up

took a nigga bitch

i'm so used to this

got another whip

i'm so used to this

niggas tellin' lies

i'm so used to this

feelin' too fly for the goofy shit

i be goin' dumb on the doofuses

flickin' my thumbs on the blue faces

she callin' me daddy

who's the kid?

baby

that's too bad

don't know who's it is

money on the nightstand

100s all folded

still ain't been to sleep

niggas downstairs loaded

lashes on the counter

makeup on the wash cloth

r&b thug

give a fuck about a pop star

show a nigga love

i'm just tryna get my rocks off

comin' for the bread

toes pop up like a pop tart

bully got the 9 iron

i ain't talkin' top gun

say you got the keys

well my niggas poppin' locks off

shout out to my gs 'cause they know that trigga got charge

all my pussy extra on the chicken like it's hot sauce

see a nigga drippin' and what is it if it's not sauce?

tell the pigs we ain't tryna listen

we will not talk

gettin' bankrolls

pullin' hoes and it's my dogs

i am not the one to trade

you should try dog

one or two ks

hit the dot

no topped off

one or two plays

hit the lot

now the top off

skrrt

skrrt

skrrt like the young nigga say

uzi in the vert charge that my young nigga take

take that charge for me

boy

take that charge for me

talkin' to my chrome

i she say she talk to god for me

all the dirt i'm doin'

i just pray that god love me

all the work i'm doin'

yeah sometimes it's hard for me

twerk it all

booty solid

keep it hard for me

you know how we ball

fab threw the lob for me

got my own trap

don't need you to ride for me

all these niggas is my sons

i'm a let 'em shine for me

drinkin' vino out the bottle while my baby whine for me

vino out the bottle while my baby whine for me

yeah

mexicano

workin' nigga

trapaholic

genius nigga

somethin' like i'm aristotle

hit the gas

baby

i'm talkin' full throttle

beat the odds

the numbers wait

hold up

took a nigga bitch

i'm so used to this

got another whip

i'm so used to this

niggas tellin' lies

i'm so used to this

feelin' too fly for the goofy shit

i be goin' dumb on the doofuses

flickin' my thumbs on the blue faces

she callin' me daddy

who's the kid?

baby

that's too bad

don't know who's it is