No, you the goldMy bitch can't tell me *Get out my way when I come throughYou can get slumped tooI don't wanna * with nobodyI'm scraped when I need itThen why they ain't come through?I'd rather do * myselfGive a damn when they say I went deafI see you covering that hoe, I went deafYeah, that hoe bad, but that hoe get the bellHold on, waitShe ain't dick, we don't go on datesYou let him slide, then I'm going on skatesI ain't do niggas, she know I don't playHold on, waitHold on, pop me too much of this *Why the * he ain't drop it too muchAnd this bitch, he gon' turn into a robberHe brought a stick out, can't feel it in my pocketThis * get sloppyBrought through a flea flicker, I made the passI ain't feelin' me with you, let's just buy cashHoe need to slow down, I'm movin' too fastWe havin' more pounds, roll up the gasMight be in your town, I got my manKnow we gon' go down, we on your assGo for your picture, I'm bout to flashYou know I'm that nigga, that's why they madDon't ask me * about no nigga at allI'm never gon' know every timeDon't tell them before a minute that I don't know nothin'And I'ma act slow every timeI never did do the drama, cause bitch, I'm a monsterAnd I owe the score every timeI really feel like Obama, cause I'm presidentialAnd them bitches know I ain't lyin', I don't wait in lineBig *, walk around with some big *, the biggestThese niggas know I'm the biggest, I mean itAin't gotta say I'm the realest, I'm spinnin'Talk to a million like Dennis, I'm thuggin'That's why these lil' bitches love me, I'm hustlin'Swear I can't stop it for nothin', * uglyThey play with you, it get ugly, disgustedThey play with you, I'ma bust itBitch can't tell me *Get out my way when I come through, you can get slumped tooI don't wanna * with nobody, I'm straightWhen I need it, then why they ain't come throughI'd rather do * myselfGive a damn when they say I want deathI see you cuffin' that hoe, I want deathMan, that hoe bad, but that hoe get the beltHold on, wait, * ain't big, we don't go on datesYou don't slide, they don't go on skatesI ain't them niggas, you know I don't playHold on, wait, hold on, pop itToo much of this *, why the * he ain't droppin'Too much of this bitch, he gon' turn to a robin'He brought a stick, I can't feel it in my pocketThis * get sloppy, hold on, waitI ain't them niggas, you know I don't play