[Intro:]
Drop the top
Got the whole block out
Fresh clothes, head to toe
Got the b**hes out
Go to the bank
Teller about to cash out
We're in no game, really out
We got the f**ing clout
[Verse 1:]
Ya'll were bored [?] banana
I like my [?] pineapple with the fanta
Do a nut, Deion Sanders
n***a approach me, he better show some manners
[?] ten more days we'll gonna have a phantom
Shout to [?] whole of Atlanta
Copping gifts like I'm connect to Santa
Got his next show outta Manchester
Look who n***a still f**ing talking
Bawling like Darryl Dawkins
Ya'll fraid y'all mouth ain't pitbulls
All I hear is barking
Call Little Juvie he gon' do the chalking
All these [?] f** the police, double parking
No muscle whipped, I need a [?]
[Chorus:]
Drop the top
Got the whole block out
Fresh clothes, head to toe
Got the b**hes out
Go to the bank
Teller about to cash out
We're in no game, really out
We got the f**ing clout
[Verse 2:]
I pull up on your b**h
She hop on my dick
As she catch she ride this dick
While she hold this clit
b**h I'm used to selling pounds
Seven dollars a nick
I've been really on my grind
Trying to get a brick
I don't give a sh**
Man I love my daughter
If a n***a play with her
He gon' get slaughter
p**y n***as on the bench
All my n***as starters
I ain't no motherf**ing rapper
I'm a f**ing artist
This a story about the trenches
I'm the f**ing author
Ante Ro, Tootie Ro
That's my f**ing partner
Drop the top man
You know we brought the b**hes out
End the track, everywhere
We ran them b**hes out
Every time I come around
These p**y n***as poe
n***as poe until I [?] can't go anymo'
[Chorus]