What they like? Whoa. Niga wanna fight? Sa? Oh. Swula rapper boy. Pull up, and hop out, yo bitch she on my dick. Whoa. I work out, and burp out, a nigga mad as ***. Sa? I told him pop out, or pull up, he say he wanna kill me. Oh. Why he actin' skirty? He got a 30, I know he wouldn't. Blow? Nah. It's time to let these niggas know. Where I'm from, niggas killin' over clothes. Them bitches tradin' up they goals for some dough. They set a nigga up, set they niggas up. Anyone they know, for a come up get they buns up to get any kind of dough. I only *** bad bitches, not just any kind of hoes. Been smokin' strong all week, I don't chief any type of dough. Niggas traps ain't on the map, they movin' any type of dough. Sellin' crack, stepped on like crack junkies, don't even wanna smoke me. With the plug, take all the drugs, then I leave em' on the boat. It ain't no 30 in this bubble, just this Nina in my coat. Always got that dick up in her sweat, Selena job. All these bitches, I put D as ***. She ain't green, she gotta go. That triple beamin' balance low, my diesel jeans do balance flow. Put my kids all on her lips, if that lil' bitch a child, it's show. Disrespectful, I respect who, not nobody, not a soul. My money runnin' like a nose, it's like my pockets, gotta go. The lot of dough, count it slow. I shoot till the choppa broke. She ***, slob and stroke, but she say she not a hoe. I don't argue, fight or fuss, I catch my nothin', adios. Had to castle all her plans, I bust all on her party clothes. And then I pull up, hop out, and bitch, she on my dick. And then I work out in purple, her nigga mad as ***. I told that nigga, pop out or pull up. He say he wanna kill me. Why he actin' scurvy? He got a 30, I know he wouldn't. You know that I'm a blow. Young nigga walk around with a 30. Yeah, my pockets fat, just like Big Shirley. Watch, I step out on the same. Lookin' clean as Listerine, sippin' dirty. And I'd X out any problems that just mean I'm clickin' early. And my denim gettin' buried in this money like whoa. 40 with the 30 in it, if you perp, I might blow. And they sayin' Will made it, but my name ain't Mike though. Neck and wrist, lookin' like a light show. I see yo' hoe, and then I pull up, hop out, and bitch, she on my dick. And then I work out in purple, her nigga mad as ***. I told that nigga, pop out or pull up. He say he wanna kill me. Why he actin' scurvy? He got a 30, I know he wouldn't. Blow. Whoa.