Uh, I'm flying through Cloud 9 Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Yeah, I'm I'm so tired of ballin' Yeah, selling work to them workaholics Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don't fuck with new I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody you rhythm I got animal all in my your shoes off at the door Niggas feed these bitch's lies, nigga don't poison my ho I buy my for the low, like a coupon on at the store My nigga's Kanye with that good My nigga's Lou Rawls with that blow Niggas be sayin' they racked up, don't let Q-ball leave you broke I know you a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke I saw yo' bitch and she said, she to move on and let go Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't know Nigga's be trippin' over ho's, I done came too far to get close I've outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf If you stick your neck out there, have my goon's all at your throat Nigga's be lukewarm at the And when I'm through I coach out to my nigga Mack Gettin' his boo on in that I'm coming off the top of the dome But be on a tombstone if I wrote
My kids already rich and they even know These nigga's sayin' playa's, they ain't even scored My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga Uh My cologne illegal in nine I found a way it was hiding from me Yeah, my weed good, my sex Bitch, don't text me no long I'm of the game, I need a blowjob of these ho's ain't got no job And these nigga's buy em' everything You goin' around, and get the ho robbed I'm of the game, I need a haircut Used to hug the block, I bear hug And tell them the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums I woke up this morning, dick hard harder than a armadilla' MLK would be proud of me, I do this shit for all my nigga's Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of decisions If she ain't fuckin', she get the Let me write bitch a parking ticket Ain't got time for life All I know is get I'm like Bonjour Twisted French braids I got my own shoes, T, I like MJ I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's dead Uh I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't know I woke up and acted like I even know her Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's, you know us I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman the noise Pass that to the next nigga longer than a tongue twista Ho's this scud missile ball, like Crystal Lil Tunchi Li, sex pistol New money, no I'm hard headed, Cinco Uh
up 5? Rocko fuck me! Yeah! fuck with me! Yeah! T, I like MJ I'm that graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead 5!