Yeah, we mobbin', makin' history
Anybody too short, what's up?
Sam Ballstick on the mother***in' black, bruh
Sheesh, ***in' him up like this and that
Fuckin' him up like this and that
Let me spit somethin' right quick
Uh, look
In a lot more effort, I scoot a Range Rover now
But I used to scoot a bus, scoot a bug
I don't wear a gut holster, my boxer briefs is where I tuck it
I don't ever be sober, I'm always drunk as ***
I got a bad one on my ankles, she freaky, bruh
Look like the bitch from the Game of Thrones, Khaleesia
Her coochie on fire, she got that dragon crevice
I got a fifth of Ciroc and a bag of lettuce
I'ma be there in a second, be patient
But I'm really still at the house playin' PlayStation
Hittin' the bong and shootin' the dice in the garage
Smokin' along, B. LeBlanc gettin' massaged
Sometimes I lie like a lawyer, say things I shouldn't have
But that's what happen when you live that life pushin' back
I'm in motion like the ocean, her legs open
Pussy creamy as *** like oil of a late low
But when life rollin', jump off the car, Joe Jefferson strollin'
Pockets lookin' like they about to give birth
All in a bitch purse, about to make the *** worse
Smopin' through the turf, no lie
Nigga gettin' richer and richer
While these folks keep takin' my picture
She, she, she, she, she
I'm in Vegas with a few freaks
In a big-ass room that's really two suites
Connected, laid out like a penthouse
Bitch said, Daddy, pull your friend
Now I'm layin' in the bed, gettin' some head
And the party ain't even started yet
But that's my life, and I gotta live it
I wake up every day and try to get it
And if she ain't with it, I just call my other bitches
You're makin' all them faces, but y'all know what this is
It's vicious, it's certified pimp ***
If you see a bitch with me, she ain't innocent
So if you wanna take her, she's a moneymaker
You gotta put her in the oven like the honey baker
Cause she's hot, burnin' up like this beat
Make you wanna turn it up, make you wanna turn it up
I'm rollin', jump off the car, Joe Jefferson's trollin'
Pockets lookin' like they about to give birth
All in a bitch purse, about to make this *** worse
Smilin' through the turf, no lie
Nigga gettin' richer and richer
While these folks keep takin' my picture
She, she, she, she
Let me tell you some real ***, though
Tell them, girl
Fuckin' is my favorite sport
Drinkin' is my second
Keep my mouth shut
If the Pope will ask me questions
What happens on the soil stays on the soil
What else? Keep your mouth shut
If you see some ***, keep your mouth shut
Get on the voicemail
Talkin' to the police and the TV reporters
Get your *** off and make a long life short
I know a nigga that been shot in his toe
And I know a nigga that been shot in his throat
He's still alive
It's that dope-themed music
We in the mix
Hella dope in the trunk like Rick
Old school West Coast niggas
Mother***ers owe you money, better catch those niggas
Tell him run for his life
It's some killers on the street
Havin' fun every night
It's crazy, you never know what's gon' happen
Make 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 birth
All in a bitch purse, about to make this *** worse
Smilin' through the turf, no lie
Nigga gettin' richer and richer
While these folks keep takin' my picture
She, she, she, she
She, she, she, she
She, she, she, she, she