I need a lighter, this time, babyI know what I'm talking aboutAll that cheating is good, it don't work, manTell me who they want, want, ready for the sceneWho they want, want, ready for the meetWho you on board, who they wanna seeWhy we pull up on that scene, fresher than a motherfuckerWhy we pull up on the scene, in his pants, he got a burnerWhy we pull up with them green flagsAnd that's your ass, nigga, you play like you wanna do somethingBitch, there's that chop hanging out the windowI just hit him with a tenderWhat that mean, boy, I hit that boy with a comboThem pussy ass niggas know when I hit them hoes in them back, get lowSo many times, God sent my light bullets panting through my windowThis the street that I trust, streets that I loveI've been clutching my burner, popping drugs all my thugsTrying to catch me an opiate to burn them just for some funI just gotta get baby with itIt's hot, I know it's doneI leave them cash, them cashWhy I got this money on me?Stickin' around, around my landWhy I got this gun to fire me?Whoa, I can't tell youBut I can promise you these pussy niggas ain't gon' catch meCause I'm gon' act round this bitch, yeahStrap round this bitch, yeahI leave you bitches in my casket tryna leave me deadWho, who, who that nigga talkin' about?Who, who, catch him when he walkin'Or they knock him downPussy, yeahWalk down on him, sayin' over and overGirl, back, back, backPeople with that nigga in my body, they cold redI ain't give no * about what the hell they sayThis the street that I trust, streets that I loveI've been clutching my burner, popping drugs all my thugsTrying to catch me an opiate to burn them just for some funI just gotta get baby with it, it's hot, I know it's doneI leave them cash, them cashWhy I got this money on me?Stickin' around, around my landWhy I got this gun to fire me?Whoa, I can't tell youBut I can promise you these pussy niggas ain't gon' catch meAll these pussy niggas ain't gon' catch meNah, ain't gon' catch meNah, pussy nigga ain't gon' stretch meOh no, I keep that hecticNah, I swear to God that she could read meTell them who they want, want, ready for the seatWho they want, want, ready for the meetWho ya want, boy?Who they wanna see?