Turn me up a little
All these Coo-Coo a** n***as around here man
Coo-Coo for crack motherf**ing rocks huh
I'm from the land where n***as'll lay low
Them things'll blow, In the alley where the caves is home
Lighting gallons of bone, Every roosters immune to mad money
They want their n***as fly as balloons
So when the beat bump n***as get drunk
Play spades with the fiends
I gotta rifle team who blaze and thump
We want the moola to true line a new ride
All my dudes we got Pumas on, The blue single logic
It's me, Spaceship, Comfortable V
Catch me in France, I'm laying looking humble and free
Buying mad sh**, Berta Cavalli hats
Furler jeans, Edmond Roth shirts, Burners and slacks
Come get it p**y, You want it then get down
I'm only respect'n whatever's from the door, Showing me style
Yall in love with all that bullsh**
Hood n***as stay broke and fake rappers shine'n
What's under the wood shed, Raw talent
Masta polly, Come to the lab
I hook a steak up and write two ballads