Yeah n***a your girl know him
Bay Area bully, whole mouth frozen
Still got the big 4-4 on him
Tatted like a d**h row inmate: no grin
Young Ya Boy, hotter than the oven
'Cause racket like the you-S-O been
I get mo' money, mo' dough, mo' yin
Mo' chedder, mo' scribble, mo' scratch, mo' ins
Holla at your boy when I'm in your city (b**h)
I'm a bad boy, I don't know P-Diddy
Young feel mo' slim, Fresco City
When I leave the club
All the ho's come with me
Patrone on the rocks blowin' quartz in the air
Got your girl on my c***
Baby boy I'm a player
Got the toast in the spot
You don't wanna get popped
So hood, so block, so drunk I got
Ho's on my c*** and patron on the rocks (I got) [x8]
We bottle poppin'
You c*** blockin'
I'm on my gorilla's, oh sh**
Hood n***a, half a mil on my neck
And I wish you would n***a
I don't wanna do a song with you
I'm good n***a
I ain't at the bar 'cause the bar at my table
Precise gang and I'm the star of the label
Two chains, both hang down to my navel
I don't need a record deal, look I'm stable
Yeah I'm good baby girl I'm straight
I've been the n***a mutherf**er you lay
Step up in the spot with that Kushy smell
Tryin' to get your girl to show me how that p**y feel
All black congac, same old 2 step
b**h on my dick and she still ain't moved yet
Still get it hot, baby girl we can rock
Maybe the watch is the reason why I got
Ho's on my c*** and patron on the rocks (I got) [x4]