Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin
I turned the pen into a motherf**ing Janet Jackson
Tell the b**hes that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurance
Ho, whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac k**er
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah Murder 187
I be k**ing them b**hes I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got Xanax, Percocet, Promethazine with Codeine
Call me Mr.Sandman, I'm selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat a** TV screen
I keep a bad b**h call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her, and put that b**h out like a house fire
I'm k**ing these hoes like Michael Myers, I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these n***as, can't trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd huh
Got a red a** b**h with a red a** p**y
n***a try me, that's a dead a** p**y
Since y'all motherf**ers so blind to the fact,
To tell you the truth I don't care who's looking
All I know is I love my b**h, that p**y feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovel in the dirt, R.I.P. Rest In p**y
Light that sh** then pa** that sh**, we gon' get so smoked out
And then I went got locked up, every night I dreamt I broke out
One time for them p**y n***as, that's that sh** I don't like
We eating over here n***a, f** around and have food fight
And that's 2 Chainz
Look at you, now look at us
All my n***as look rich as f**
All my n***as live rich as f**
All my n***as look rich as f**
Look at you, now look at us
All my n***as look rich as f**
All my n***as live rich as f**
All my
AK on my night stand, right next to tat bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight watch no lipo
Money talks, bullsh** walks on a motherf**ing tight rope
And I make that p**y tap out, I knock that p**y out cold
n***a you get beat the crap out but that's just how the dice roll
These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on, all night like porch lights
Let's do it, f** talking, we out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying that on these rusty n***as like WD-40
We f**ed up, we Truk'd up, no if's and's or bu*t f**s
b**h n***as go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's f**ed up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my n***as down for whatever
These b**hes think they're too fly well tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit f** Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me with her p**y lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz
Look at you, now look at us
All my n***as look rich as f**
All my n***as live rich as f**
All my n***as look rich as f**
Ey yo, f** all y'all b**hes
Straight up
Any b**h out there that ain't never wanna give me no p**y
f** you in your a**hole b**h
All my n***as live rich as f**
All my n***as look rich as f**
And your n***a a ho