Yeah
Pow, pow, pow, pow
Yeah
10.30, probably turn to RP
When I wake, roll up, then I look for my car
When I hop in a car, see a pint of my car
See cold, fat, pulled up, I just put in an auto
On a black note, hilly, so I'ma sound like Wally
This an 8 of the trips, ain't no more quality
This is outside, head smoke, a good-ass quality
Freak bitch, probably eat, make some wish for Molly
This weed so good, did this * from Cali
Outside, you would think that this * a rally
I don't trust somebody trying to meet in the alley
AP, * school, I was feeling badly
Got strikes on strikes, you can make a tally
And these niggas be broke, they be dressing badly
We can race if you want, but you not gon' like it
Take a look at my wrist and the block shining
I'm a one-man army, * car signings
They can say what they want, but I'm not signing
She gon' do what I say, but I'm not signing
You can look, but I'm not with the profiling
Sip, drink, pop, piss, I fall over
If you on the floor, then you know
Game over, bitches be sad and they just getting old
What's down like my dick, then I got a boner
Riddling *, but I'm a heavy smoker
I turn on the toast, cause I got my toaster
Money machine beepin' over and over
Keep my pints, they think I'm a *
When I block outside, but that boy not a soldier
* what you talkin', my heart got cold
When I roll to the rich, and my face on the post
My car all black like the shell of a horse
Like Benz and my gangsta, don't sit with my mo's
I be close to the money, cause I'm getting warmer
Keep my dishes from my hoe, get cold
Do not be a seller, brody, what I told you
Trap, trap, trap, so I gotta be cozy
I'm fuckin' up brains out, * getting noisy
I cannot * with that bitch who knows me
How do you love me, you don't even post me
Yeah, 10-30, 5-10, I up you
When I wake, roll up, then I lift up my car
When I hop in the car, see a pint of my car seat
Call Fat Paul Duff, I just put in an altar
On the black, no hillies, I'ma sound like Wally
This an 8 of the trips, ain't no more quack
This is outside, head smoke, a good-ass quality
Freak bitch, probably E-mixin' with Somali
This weed so good, did this * from Cali
Outside, you would think that this * a rally
I don't trust somebody tryin' to meet in the alley
AP, * school, I was feelin' badly
Got strikes on strikes, you can make a tally
And these niggas be broke, they be dressin' badly
We can race if you want, but you not gon' like it
Take a look at my wrist on the block, shinin'
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