YeahPow, pow, pow, powYeah10.30, probably turn to RPWhen I wake, roll up, then I look for my carWhen I hop in a car, see a pint of my carSee cold, fat, pulled up, I just put in an autoOn a black note, hilly, so I'ma sound like WallyThis an 8 of the trips, ain't no more qualityThis is outside, head smoke, a good-ass qualityFreak bitch, probably eat, make some wish for MollyThis weed so good, did this * from CaliOutside, you would think that this * a rallyI don't trust somebody trying to meet in the alleyAP, * school, I was feeling badlyGot strikes on strikes, you can make a tallyAnd these niggas be broke, they be dressing badlyWe can race if you want, but you not gon' like itTake a look at my wrist and the block shiningI'm a one-man army, * car signingsThey can say what they want, but I'm not signingShe gon' do what I say, but I'm not signingYou can look, but I'm not with the profilingSip, drink, pop, piss, I fall overIf you on the floor, then you knowGame over, bitches be sad and they just getting oldWhat's down like my dick, then I got a bonerRiddling *, but I'm a heavy smokerI turn on the toast, cause I got my toasterMoney machine beepin' over and overKeep my pints, they think I'm a *When I block outside, but that boy not a soldier* what you talkin', my heart got coldWhen I roll to the rich, and my face on the postMy car all black like the shell of a horseLike Benz and my gangsta, don't sit with my mo'sI be close to the money, cause I'm getting warmerKeep my dishes from my hoe, get coldDo not be a seller, brody, what I told youTrap, trap, trap, so I gotta be cozyI'm fuckin' up brains out, * getting noisyI cannot * with that bitch who knows meHow do you love me, you don't even post meYeah, 10-30, 5-10, I up youWhen I wake, roll up, then I lift up my carWhen I hop in the car, see a pint of my car seatCall Fat Paul Duff, I just put in an altarOn the black, no hillies, I'ma sound like WallyThis an 8 of the trips, ain't no more quackThis is outside, head smoke, a good-ass qualityFreak bitch, probably E-mixin' with SomaliThis weed so good, did this * from CaliOutside, you would think that this * a rallyI don't trust somebody tryin' to meet in the alleyAP, * school, I was feelin' badlyGot strikes on strikes, you can make a tallyAnd these niggas be broke, they be dressin' badlyWe can race if you want, but you not gon' like itTake a look at my wrist on the block, shinin'*