You're right in that back, Razz.
You poor tech back to back,
so I gotta take a piss.
Book a nigga for his retreat,
he can keep his 36.
We just drown the club at once,
and like our three-year with his crips.
We just pass so much chili,
I ain't have to tuck no strips.
If a nigga don't pay me,
he shots fire to push his wig back.
He rappin' like a joint,
that's my life,
I'm who lit at.
Can't hang with us,
we never heard of him crashing a whip.
A clean pass,
I swear to God,
I ain't tuck no strips.
I keep striking for chili,
they're like,
who showed him that?
This chopper strapped across my chest like a shoulder pad.
A rich crip,
I'm trying to ride with the stars on the roof.
I was 16 when I influenced you to do the coupe.
My young niggas wild,
and they stripping grams off niggas' necks.
I know I'm a problem,
don't get smoked over tough tech.
Crash the Porsche Cayenne,
yeah,
I crash the F-Sport Lex.
It's a Glock 43, hold 10, bitch, this the X.
Mama said stay in the house,
better not take that risk.
If I'd have listened to my mama,
I would not have no chip.
Too many ones on the ground,
I'm in the club,
my crips.
Pouring liquor down her throat,
even the owner taking pics.
Been poor tech back to back,
so I gotta take a piss.
Book a nigga for his retreat,
he can keep his 36.
We just drown the club with ones,
they like our three-year-old with his crips.
We just pass so much chili,
I ain't have to tuck no strips.
Been poor tech back to back,
so I gotta take a piss.
Book a nigga for his retreat,
he can keep his 36.
We just drown the club with ones,
they like our three-year-old with his crips.
We just pass so much chili,
I ain't have to tuck no strips.