Yeah, we mobbin', makin' historyAnybody too short, what's up?Sam Ballstick on the mother***in' black, bruhSheesh, ***in' him up like this and thatFuckin' him up like this and thatLet me spit somethin' right quickUh, lookIn a lot more effort, I scoot a Range Rover nowBut I used to scoot a bus, scoot a bugI don't wear a gut holster, my boxer briefs is where I tuck itI don't ever be sober, I'm always drunk as ***I got a bad one on my ankles, she freaky, bruhLook like the bitch from the Game of Thrones, KhaleesiaHer coochie on fire, she got that dragon creviceI got a fifth of Ciroc and a bag of lettuceI'ma be there in a second, be patientBut I'm really still at the house playin' PlayStationHittin' the bong and shootin' the dice in the garageSmokin' along, B. LeBlanc gettin' massagedSometimes I lie like a lawyer, say things I shouldn't haveBut that's what happen when you live that life pushin' backI'm in motion like the ocean, her legs openPussy creamy as *** like oil of a late lowBut when life rollin', jump off the car, Joe Jefferson strollin'Pockets lookin' like they about to give birthAll in a bitch purse, about to make the *** worseSmopin' through the turf, no lieNigga gettin' richer and richerWhile these folks keep takin' my pictureShe, she, she, she, sheI'm in Vegas with a few freaksIn a big-ass room that's really two suitesConnected, laid out like a penthouseBitch said, Daddy, pull your friendNow I'm layin' in the bed, gettin' some headAnd the party ain't even started yetBut that's my life, and I gotta live itI wake up every day and try to get itAnd if she ain't with it, I just call my other bitchesYou're makin' all them faces, but y'all know what this isIt's vicious, it's certified pimp ***If you see a bitch with me, she ain't innocentSo if you wanna take her, she's a moneymakerYou gotta put her in the oven like the honey bakerCause she's hot, burnin' up like this beatMake you wanna turn it up, make you wanna turn it upI'm rollin', jump off the car, Joe Jefferson's trollin'Pockets lookin' like they about to give birthAll in a bitch purse, about to make this *** worseSmilin' through the turf, no lieNigga gettin' richer and richerWhile these folks keep takin' my pictureShe, she, she, sheLet me tell you some real ***, thoughTell them, girlFuckin' is my favorite sportDrinkin' is my secondKeep my mouth shutIf the Pope will ask me questionsWhat happens on the soil stays on the soilWhat else? Keep your mouth shutIf you see some ***, keep your mouth shutGet on the voicemailTalkin' to the police and the TV reportersGet your *** off and make a long life shortI know a nigga that been shot in his toeAnd I know a nigga that been shot in his throatHe's still aliveIt's that dope-themed musicWe in the mixHella dope in the trunk like RickOld school West Coast niggasMother***ers owe you money, better catch those niggasTell him run for his lifeIt's some killers on the streetHavin' fun every nightIt's crazy, you never know what's gon' happenMake the most of every day and keep rappin'I'm rollin', jump off the car, Joe Jefferson's trollin'Pockets lookin' like they about to give birthAll in a bitch purse, about to make this *** worseSmilin' through the turf, no lieNigga gettin' richer and richerWhile these folks keep takin' my pictureShe, she, she, sheShe, she, she, sheShe, she, she, she, she