This that gold bbs flow
Plastic nike air tags on your original 4's
n***as done z'd on ya mans
And im rollin a O
Leave em sleep, I don't need them s**as
Listening to me
Pack the bong full wit everything except the kitchen sink
Underneath which I keep a set of andis clippers
I can fix my lining up
Before we go over by them b**hes
A quick little something
Can't get the back
I don't know where I left my hand mirror
Type of dilemma's i'll never hinder my jet living
We just chillin
So don't come around here, fake-toughing
Running off the women
Bossed up, all us
Outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up
The f** you thought this was, dawg
I'm a trill muthaf**a after all
Haters is dressed as safety nets encouraging my fall
Won't catch me there
But you can catch me on air, when my new sh** premier
At whatever media outlet decides to play it fair
f** playing dead, pimpin, I'mma play the bear
Grizzly, seriously, fishborne turned flipstyles
Furiously
This that 70's soul Green, Al chemistry
Ay mane, been a G since Buddy Lees
Lames be cuffin they jeans, and they b**hes
I be cooking these bird a** hoes
Running circles round em
They rotisserie chickens
Love gotta shovel in her hand
I see you diggin
Strike gold, build yo own coffin with it
Dead a**
Flick ashes on the girls in my past tense
The telly's for the ones I was just f**ing
The crib's for the one I was gon' get right back with
Its easy to get tangled in the stars
Spangled
Mangled in the night life, living out my bars
Dangerous, yeah