I *** on that bitch on the way up, I keep that check in my bag Designer on me, bitch, I'm fleshed up These niggas not in they bag I had to hop on they ass, 30 years, stay on the dash Ride that *** nigga no mask, she liking the way that I dab Copped me some bag and I'm way up, I'm trying to run me a bag You niggas mad, get your cake up, this *** is starting to get sad She said shoot your shot, it's a layup, so you know I hopped on her ass I'm high as ***, I mean way up, why need niggas to hop a sack I don't understand why you mad, *** nigga, go get some cash El Guap out the K, he gon' blast, don't try him, I bet you won't last You play with him, testing the max, I *** her, I ain't going back I'm whipping that pot to the max, I seen him, he ride like it's track Well ***, I might double back, might creep on your block with that mack I'm sipping that dirty, that act, got young as they ride when they track Ayy, ***, I might double back then, might just go do me a hit with the max hand 10 boy creep with the gap man, lil' bro dressing all black like he Batman If you make a move, you get whack, man, we'll come eat up your block like we Pac-Man And J-Lo, they call me the rap man, El Guap, that's a go-seller sack man And Shawnee, a go-kicker trapping, and 2-0, I'll catch y'all ass lacking Keep it one step before, ain't no capping, when they run me a check with no bragging I just love me some bills with a passion You run up on me and I'm blasting, yo bitch got some head that's fantastic She flexing like she in gymnastics, I'm gay bitch, you know that it's tragic I'm gay bitch, you know that it's tragic I'm gay bitch, you know that it's tragic I'm gay bitch, you know that it's tragic