We in the stank, bruh
E-40!
I have animal block baboon
The valedictorian of the Yola game graduated with high honors
To serve and push that candy cane
Standing in front of my mama's house
Now I'm leaning over the rail
I'm standin' on top of the couch
Watchin' my face with a brand new hundred dollar bills
In a bit, keepin' it lit
Me and my clique, keepin' it lit
Me and my clique, hella rich
Hella chicks, extra clips
Extra chicks, hella six
TMZ, takin' flicks
TMZ, takin' flicks
Nine times out of ten
I'ma leave with a ten
Run a little gang
Maybe *** her friend
Or ask her what's her name
Tell me one more game
I don't see no rank
So you ain't got no man
But what about your mackin', mackin'?
Ain't no lackin' in my mackin'
Some of my niggas in here trappin'
Some of my niggas in here flaggin'
In here flackin'
Man, I hope they don't get to clappin'
All they clappin' I'm tryna hear is a female ass clappin'
What?
We in the steak, bruh
Let's go Terps!
Polo everything
They should endorse me
I swear, that should be my face on that horse seat
I mean, I might be the hardest we got
Anyway, I'ma get this ***
Money, regardless or not
We in this thing, bruh
If it's funky, get it on
We can end this thing, bruh
We active, we active
Turf talk too damn hard on them
Ten bottles, guess who ordered them?
Ten chains, guess who wearin' them?
Ten guns, guess who carryin' them?
Got my money first, divin' in her purse
And she can't have none of mine
I'm spendin' all the hearse
I guess it's time to get my buzz up
Leave the dope alone, Turf, put the guns up
Man, it's almost gone
Ay, please fill my styrofoam
We in this thing, bruh
Pull up to the club on my iPhone
Tweetin' hit at E-40 like I'm in this thing, bruh
Some more nigga went to high school
It came up to me lookin' all strange
Talkin' about selling you chains
I'm like, you been a lame, bruh
Get out of my way
Ay, there's too many hoes up in this thing
For a nigga to be all in my ear
Tryna kick it like Lu-Pain
This *** bang
It's slappin' like domestic problems
My bruh-bruh fresh out
Got that look like domestic
I'm swagged up, big horsey on my shirt
Match the LV on my shoes
Niggas better guard they work
I'm turnin' P.I.s
The heck, they're whole protectors
You better look down
Cause if I see eyes, bruh, I'm finna check
When I'm through her purse
Like Frank Gore for the first
Niggas be actin' like they hard
But they really just be nerds
Put niggas on Mac Blast
Like, bruh, you gotta prove it
Mr. Fab at 40
Only one's left from the movement
We in this thing, bruh
We in this thing, bruh
We in this thing, bruh