We have, uh, I got this trauma for your mama
There's no label, * exclusive
Match it with your baby mama, nigga
Uh, boss talk, nigga
Uh, I'm sippin' on that Marriott, nigga
Uh, uh, there's no label, * exclusive
Still ain't, uh, couldn't tell, almost fell
Kept it cool like LL
Run my * up from the ground
So nowadays I'm livin' well
I done turned my * around
I was down, but I prevailed
Got some niggas out of town
Gon' send them pounds and through the mail
You can tell that my * loud, but how I smell
Screamin' loud, free my niggas out that jail
I got my hustle up
Baby, there ain't nothin' I can't sell
On my daughters, I could probably sell some water to a well
Got my son on a cruise, *
Runnin' up them blue strips
Pay 200 for this meal, we at Ruth Chris
You know the deal
If I up it, I'ma use it
They tried to cut a deal, but I refused it
12 caught him with that crack
He gon' rap
Call him up

Rufus
Uh, hit him in his hat
Now he ruthless
Ooh, *
Uh, there's no label * exclusive
Robo said his daddy want that smoke
I'm finna do *
I can't do * for any bitch that got loose lips
You lied to Bobby, yeah, bitches
You tell my ass you stupid
She told me I should spend
Get your life before I lose it
You say you bout that life
Well, show me somethin' you got, prove it
Ooh, *
Ladies lovin', nigga
I'm a cool kid
Cool bitch
One to summer, three
I get two picks
Need to plow that mood like
I just promo, who be boostin'?
I can't put my
Trust in y'all
I'm dolo, gotta prove it
Niggas love to validate it
Hey, they recruitin'
Don't speak on no one's life
And what you ain't
Put your shoes in
Everybody's step is hard
But ain't nobody bootin'
Unless they loose
Off the goose
And get encouraged
To put the move in
Pick and choose
And who that tough *
Get directed to
They goofy
I might lose it, dawg
But trust me, I ain't losin'
I done seen this * before
I got the blueprint
*ducin' myself once again
Like y'all don't know who cool's this
Motherfucka, here I am
I don't * none of that hatin' *
It's somewhere in the spell
They can turn up every play they favor
I should be the count
Show rollin', huh
I'm pig, slow roastin'
I'm fuckin' up the game
This * is dead
Go get a coach
I saw my aura
Caught another bad bitch
I ain't approachin'
I don't give a *
If it was piss
I'm tryin' to focus on
I'm in the O'Reilly song
When in it, tryin' to focus on
Ridin' through the city
And soundin' tinny
While she chokin', huh
Ooh