yeah. you know we got the wine glasses poured out and shit
she rolled through range on black
so cool with the bass on blast
the way that tattoo stains your back
ain't you past due to pay your tax
i don't g-g-gotta work harder to pay y'all that
i got it hard as a baseball bat
i-i-i just wanna make bucks
i can tell these lame fucks ain't gone last
if you're thinkin' you can make it with the same old trash
callin' you weak cause your shit be worthless
falling asleep when you spit your verses
make it harder to breathe
mellow while pickin' the weapon to grip
incredible spittin' impeccable shit