(Intro)
n***a, I do not drink syrrup all the time
Aye, yo, nig, man
You lookin' on an activist, my n***a
They don't even sell that sh** no mo'
But somehow, we got that sh**
(Verse)
Got a lil gold, that's cool me
Got a lil gild, that's j**elry
Usually we be movin' piece
Tell em fools I need two or three
I might blues the beat
Cruise the street
I'm my house shoes bout Luis V
That shoe-box, bail money
Just in case you get yo due released
I got shillz ave, first street
Young be n***as in my turf, G
Sippin' champagne, burnin' purp' weed
Yay burfed to the worst breed
I got a fofo on my lap
Won't fold, I won't crack
To the popoes or to the cap
On rolls gold, I spit raps
I been all across that album
And I could keep thrills on all of that mat
(Hold up!) California attack
Pointless cali code is yo cat
For the luv of the dough
n***as hustlin' pounds
Move a couple of O's
Take ova the town like a n***a supposed
I built the sh** from the ground, hoe, so?
Money's nothing we blow, ya heard?
(Verse 2: Fashawn)
f**in' ova me n***a!?
You gonna f**in' die where you stand
And you talk to me craz' n***a?!
You betta hope that you got a hand gat
And all these hoes they want the truth, then?
I bet these hoes wanna chose now
I'm sippin' lapa from Houston
Like lil Boosie but I wipe me down
Write me down cuz I'm creamin' n***a
A b**h bad and you see me, n***a
Go to the mall and get whateva I want
You would think that I own a genie, n***a
I'm balla on, I'm stallin' on
And I'm tailgaittin' these b**hes
I don't need the stove, but you really need the kitchen
Bet our 24 ain't really 20 inchin'
Yung n***a named liquor
You ain't neva seen it all neva ball for no b**h n***as
You ain't neva hit the yard, you was talkin' to the sun
Y'all don't even serve cause for no snitch n***a