(The Worlds Freshest you b**h)
Uh, yeah, fa sho
Uh, yeah, uh
Uh, uhh, yeah
I hit ya b**h with my Nikes on
Take off my j**ellery and beat it up with the lights on
Say Gibbs getting sloppy on the bay bridge
By a Phillipino part Jamaican b**h
Headed to the trap house
Looking for that pack now
See me in the trenches even though my shows packed out
n***a made a living off this gangsta sh** i rap bout
Motherf** every single police and what they ask bout
Shoutout to my n***as in the FED
The county to state
My n***as said when i come home Fred i'm gon buy me some weight
Sit at the table with the mob i bet i have me a plate
Just keep it gangsta mane and then we'll be straight
It's real sh** baby, uh, yeah
Just keep it gangsta mane and i'mma be straight
It's real sh** baby, uh, yeah
Yeah, uhh
I need another pack of that
Make em run it for a hunnid, is you backin that
Know every ?? cause his old lady i was ?? that
It's Makaveli status, I just smashed it you can have it
It ain't no cabbage for a ratchet b**h that askes
Automatic, blow it back out in her ??
I can backseat Cadillac it, yeah
p**y stamps on my pa**port
Foreign and naked man
What more could a n***a ask for, my god
If she don't gotta speaka no english
I gotta million different ways that i can get in between it
They say them ghetto motherf**ers like to love it and leave it
b**hes on top of b**hes, you should have seen it
Better believe it, b**h
Just keep it gangsta mane and i'mma be straight
It's real sh** baby, uh, yeah