Its like breathing
Do this sh** like its nohtin
Yace
Gizzle
Hollywood
I done crept up in this b**h
Got the weapon in this b**h
You'll get wet up in this b**h
Like im on an escalator
Watch me step up in this b**h
All them hoes gon flock
Like keith sweat up in this b**h
Ya b**h say im hot
I ask her how she know that
She said because u catch it and im like brady when I throw that
One white cup two white cups
I get the syrup and pour that
And I couldn't call these b**h n***as if u showed me where the phone at
We drink out the bottle we be f**in models
Smokin purp to get high
Call it leanin on the throttle
Now my head gone I should live in sleepy hollow
Soon as I log in watch how all them b**hes follow
Dont know bout tomorrow so im livin for the present
U dont ever dive in u live in the desert
My n***as is wreckless
Im with the young and restless
b**hes in my business
Them biches like detectives
(Static Music)
Mandela
I just prowled up in this b**h
Snuck the loud up in this b**h
Now it's loud up in this b**h
Got a crowd up in this b**h
Yeah they came to see me rock
All these hoes on my dake
Cuz a n***a dreads knock
Gimme jaw, gimme jaw
While I roll another raw
Call it hijacking the pilot
Smoke exotic while you ride it
Lock you down revis island
Got dat p**y runnin hidin
Murder dat like I'm violent
Till she sleep off in her silence
Eat till my belly rip
Still I ain't ate enuff
Gotta keep the grind
n***a I can't skate enuff
Haters get Cha hatin up
Cuz it's only cakin up
Only love this money thats the reason why we breakin up
Everyday wakin up thinking of a better way
Breakin down bakin up hope this be better day
Light a candle to mello the loud
Sour got my clothes stinkin
I smell like a pound
Of my favorite
Do it for the love and you might could be the greatest
Do it for the money well you mite just be the fakest
Gettin f**ed by ya label cuz u signed to a rapist
(Static Music)