Y'all boys finished nigga. I told y'all niggas finished nigga. Me and my gang nigga 2-2-3 man. Y'all ain't no reclaimed nigga. Y'all worst nightmare nigga.Y'all go to sleep nigga. Y'all dream about this * nigga. We live this * nigga. Y'all boys done man. That pee pee * man. That * right.I know a lot of kids baby.I wish them niggas would've listened. That we ain't stuck in the kitchen. Y'all niggas ball from the benches. Gotta * with y'all from the distance.I dropped a two then I mixed it. I gave my dope an extension. I turned my clothes into Christian. We just got started you finish.Hot on the way I be scorching. We dropping shells on your porch. Went from Impala's to Porsche's. Colding cowboy pushing horses.Windows from ceilings to floors. One click it open the doors. Backseat curtains for the whores. I think they * with the boys.Ball too hot I need a scout. My play coming in and out. We cruise controlling the roars.My phone keep hitting like ouch. I'm flying birds to the south. I'm putting teeth in they mouth. Black 23 in the pouch.* beef we shooting it out. I swear these niggas don't listen. I think they deaf to the key. My dope is hitting they flinching. That's two more hits on your bitch.I light my guns like my bitches. They get extended with clicks. I stop pretending I'm rich. I'm really living this *.Don't know these niggas but I know they hoes and all that they need. Don't kiss and tell. He'll go to jail for what you did in my creed.Ain't stunting hoes. I'm stunting bo's. I get them gone in a jeep. No nine to five but I got five nines for you and a split.I wish them niggas would've listened. That we ain't stuck in the kitchen. Y'all niggas ball from the benches. Gotta * with y'all from the distance.I drop the two then I mix it. I gave my dope an extension. I turn my clothes into Christian. We just got started and finished.Hot on the way I be scorching. We dropping shells on your porch. Went from Impala's to Porsche's. Colding cowboy pushing horses.Windows from ceilings to floors. One click it open the doors. Backseat curtains for the whores.I think they * with the boys. I seen your chick boy you done. Your bitch she call me the one. Don't get respect from your son.Might hit your hoes from the front. My pockets look like the clumps. Your diamonds don't even punch. We eat felinis for lunch.Clico bellinis I'm drunk. This bitch she stripping. I'm tipping. She tryna get out my one. I pray to 223 I guess that make me son of a gun.I put them bands up on his head. I guess he gone on a run. My shooters fed and they don't beg. They wanna kill you for fun.These Cubans hang around my neck. Got me walking in a hunk.I make it happen. I'm the captain. They call me in a crunch. Young Redbone bitch gon' eat my dick so I'ma call her a munch.I shoot, I swish. I never miss. I guess I'm making a point. I wish them niggas would've listened. Now we ain't stuck in the kitchen.Y'all niggas ball from the benches. Gotta * with y'all from a distance. I drop the two then I mix it. I gave my dope an extension.I turn my clothes into Christian. We just got style that you finished. Hot on the way I be scorching. We dropping shells on your porch.Went from Impala's to Porsche's. Colding cowboy pushing horses. Windows from ceilings to floors.One click you open the doors. Backseat curtains for the whores. I think they * with the boys.I think they * with the boys.I know how the kids play.I think they * with the boys.