Something about this outside that makes me wanna act bad
Swaying the chop in the boulevard, flossing my candy smell
Something about this outside that makes me wanna act bad
Swaying the chop in the boulevard, flossing my candy smell
I'm making mastermind, aggravated with heat
Blazing the sweet, sipping syrup in the wine that's cheap
The game is steep, but I can't say the game don't pay
You better buy some property and put your money away
I ball every day, just last vote, chunky diamond pieces
And come through my hood and brand new called niches to each his own
For foolish three to the two, keeping it true
And gone off a stick of cuckoo, play I made to the fullest
But pot now really ain't tripping cause everybody know I got the low low on the chickens
Living lavish, having cabbage with love worldwide
Just something about this outside that keeps me drunk inside
Something about this outside that makes me wanna act bad
Swaying the chop in the boulevard, flossing my candy smell
Something about this outside that makes me wanna act bad
Swaying the chop in the boulevard, flossing my candy smell
Rip in the grain, staining the brain, that which ain't remain the same
Life is fame and getting a name, call them business, cookie game
Living like real, doing what I feel, trying to get up and over the hill
Making my meal, packing my seal, praying the lord I don't get killed
Cooking up cheese until that dog wanna ride in the gold car
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.