Chorus x2: gotta bunch of homies, gotta bunch of fools
All them b**hes saying that they rockin' cool
Practice on the line i ain't got no spring
Imma be all icy let it bling bling
Verse 1
When the homies bring it up I roll it
Hit me up, when you getting bling and sh**
Camera's shining, b**hes grinding
Finding out that all these b**hes lyin
Run up on me, you get layed out
Yeah we pourin up, you just boyscout
I an't bout the shootin but we pack it up
All you fakies bout to get lined up
Livin at the top, its just us now
Saying that im down you got a big frown
Next time i see your name you name'll will be a gravestone
Then ill ride away with youre b**h call me l'a capone
Chorus
Verse 2
I already told you youre a dead man
Not a man but a boy just the wrong plan
I dont have to them hoes my raps chime
Said it to them bout a couple hundred times
Homies actin like they know the life
I told you once i'd love to even see you try
Go run of to school, got some sh** to learn
Go read about the boy who turned into a man
Ridin in the foreign now im pourin
All my b**hes saying that you boring
Snacking on the rits, yeah i got the cheese
Got this money to count hoe, please leave
Chorus