I was taught as a young buck respect what you got
Not a lot, but still nigga respect what you got
If it take off and pop, then respect you got
Till it happen, I guess they gon' respect you not
I'm a violent motherfucker with them stutterin' tools
Break rules, they say be the murderin' fools
Never heard of them dudes, my camp be champs
Get money, cop a match, get it all on the tramp
It's fifth in the club that I'm in
Then it's chicks, hella bottles of hen
Lipstick on my boxers again
Got clips, ain't no boxers in
Hot * like the whip that I'm in
F1 run me 210
Glass trunk, you can see it
Baby girl wanna hop up in
Little mama wanna go for a spin
Let her know before she go for a spin
Be the play at the win
We sittin', dippin', chrome all over them engines
Hose is choosin', I'm winnin'
Known for coonin', it's pimpin'
I said it before, know the hoe won't go
Never see the mink on my black coat
Nah, you never spend a week on the Baja shores
It's pimps and it's mothership
What about it?
I'm sure
C for Taji, A for assassin
J for good jugs and H, I make it happen
I is for I, S, S for stunner
P-I-T-Z spits, that's new numbers
Believe me, kid
I'm either in the blue hum or the Impala
The color is cucumbers
And I ain't gotta lock my car, is you insane?
I'm sittin' on chrome like I'm sittin' on a game
It's hard nowadays, tryin' to get some change
Even be legit or tell the world it ain't the same
Twice my nigga, I check up on America
Every day, and I smoke a hundred plus
Before he get a hundred plays
I'm in space, and I'm higher than space
Chrome on the mirror when the title's straight
He trippin', he slippin', and he trickin'
We sittin' on pistols, yeah, I'm sick
Yeah, man, we sittin' on these mini-matches, man
With these mini-macs, man, you know what I'm talkin' about
Fifty rounds or better, yeah, I'm talkin' about
Shoulder guaranteed to wet your sweater
It's, um, you know what I'm sayin'?
Mob *, bitch
Me, be legit
Try this bitch twice, bird
* with it, man, we sittin'