Tales of a n***a living in his momma basement
Listening to her b**hin' every morning it's the same sh**
Time for me to get out on this corner make the 'caine flip
Post up at a n***a residence and we invasive
Knockin' at your door b**h, like I was maintenance, and you sprung leak
Heard you get pounds of that grape sh** every other week
So my inclination to take sh** at it's f**ing peak
Stash and broke it down at the 7s go for a buck a piece
Cop a sweet, for a minute, swisha the optimal
Now I twist my sh** in the woods, but I got that tropical
Some may say that I think illogical
Cause I still believe in God but down to dance with the devil to make a dolla' tho
I drop her, straight in the water, never bother
Serve anything other than hard, I keep it starvin'
Say she f** with nothing other than ballers so I charmed her
We hit the mall right after I robbed her baby-father
The home wrecker, chrome leather and wood kiss
Keep my name hot in the hood and my dick in the hood b**h
n***as violate we slice 'em and dice 'em like wood chips
Ho' we straight vanilla ice 'em and get on some shug sh**
Came a n***a from 40 stories, Watch 'em drop that Wile E. Coyote
New in yo' hood but G all of them shotta n***as know me
Gangsta Gibbs from the guts never gave a f**
Excuse me while I get my paper and my haters up
Yeah, my connect a 40, coppers get straight k**ed
Got the cash probably coppin' a whole field
We ain't shot the b**h, we dropped him, that's on the real
I was born to roll