2.30 in the morning, man.
You know what the * going on, man?
Big fat boy not living, don't play with that, huh?
Why?
Say, catch the boy and scratch his ass.
Plow, throw me whatever and don't rush, he know I'm coming back.
Still be in the trenches with the balls around the honey scrub.
Griffin now finally trying to put the stall up on the mouth.
You say that's your hoe, but she be acting single on the snout.
Young niggas got pulled out in these streets, you'll think I know them out.
You're sticking with the pimping every night, I have a whole to clout.
Rolling up this zone, smoking loud, this * will blow her out.
Girl told me to dumb it down.
Say, yellow purse, I throw them back.
Yellow grid, I pour it up.
We walk in, they know it's up.
When we hit your block, jump out the car and let the motor run.
Feeling like LeBron, I got it tatted.
I'm the chosen one.
LeBron said, let's spin.
I ain't ask no questions, so he owe me one.
I ain't even have to know the boy.
Bitch, didn't make your shoulders jump.
If you got a trophy on your wrist, young nigga, hold it up.
All these four, they tapping in.
They peeping that I'm on the zone.
Try to phone this bitch on every day.
Boy, I'm a big wreck, because he just keep on being them fed cases.
Running * and bailing my safe.
That boy, I feel like Ed Lacey.
Nigga, hate I came up.
If you mad right now, you're going to be heated when this chain come.
If you on the chain, then catch your body, get your rank up.
Talk one up in the car, he sweating spank something.
All right, bitch.
Get that house down on my shoe to put that cake up.
Yeah, my trap, it jump up out the gym, but fat white can't dunk.
Got sauce, I feel like A1.
Trying to get rich in eight months.
I can't go out like no hoe, because I ain't one.
I'm the type that going to face something.
You the type ain't going to make nothing.
I promise that that guala change your problem.
Check out your paper.
I'm the type that going to face something.