b*tch you know the business
Don't play w me like im a loaded pistol
Unload the pistol
Then reload the pistol
No forensics
No detective
Get the Coke connection
I leave no connection
Rollers catch me
No religion
I mean no confessions
Ladies
All these haters
They get no attention
Sorta whippin
And I got all the b**hes
I got no restrictions
No a**istant
I need no a**istance
So official
Marshawn lynch
In this b*tch
I might go the distance
Let them sleep
I pray they die
Inside the coma
And we never freeze
It's way too hot in California b*tch I never speak
I let that pistol holla Fo me
Yeah I let it stink
I swear it got that halitosis
b*tch I'm from Solano
We cop a fortepiano
No foreign no forgiatos
Just 40's and fully autos