[Intro]
You know, This just some real n***a sh**, a real n***a story
You know what I'm saying?
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young n***a neck
Got a young b**h pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of s**
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
b**h n***a get money, n***a get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, n***a sell a lot of crack
You can hit a n***a line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young n***a splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young n***a workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young n***a play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a n***a idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
n***a where you at, n***a we go pull up on ya
Young b**h looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that p**y up like Emmett Till
Yeah....
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that b**h "leave me the f** alone!"
See, you f** her wrong, and I f** her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolley
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other n***as taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that n***a must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate!
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean