[Pre-Verse: Curren$y]
Let me smoke one with my dog
Right on Flake Street
Fendi P, Corner Boy P
What you call him
[Verse: Cornerboy P]
Oh sh**, oh sh**
b**h you know that's Corner Boy
These hoes, ain't f**ing you, cuz you a broke boy
Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck
Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy
Oh sh**, I think I'm facing time, sh** got me paranoid
Boost Mobile clicking, n***as say he 'bout to [?]
Push the b**h face out my lap, I got to make a play
Undalay, honestly I pray to trap another day
God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like god damn
Blowin' gas, all in the air, no I don't f** with squares
Got damn, put them bands on him, get that n***a murked
His homies ain't gon' do sh** for him, but put him on a shirt
God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so p**y
You a p**y, hating on your dog, for p**y, f**ing p**y
Always pull your gun and never f**ing shoot it
(Never shoot it)
I'm a real Eastside n***a, you can't overlook me
Bring me $4,500, you could get a P
Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here
I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear
Play legendary, f** around gon' let it go in here
I came up with some n***as , they feel just like me
Your b**h Deanne said she just wanna put her mouth on me
It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week
I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G
My scale on me, that's major key
She give me top, my candle lit
I swerve the car, can't handle it
These broke boy's don't want no smoke
I split that n***a cantaloupe
I got bands around the dough
I got french tips on your hoe
Just served by how [?]
They knocking at my momma door
I blacked out in the booth
Don't f**ing ask why Spitta signed me fo'