[Verse 1: Hodgy]
I got a one track mind
On this runaway train
And your runaway dime
Give me that runaway brain
I'm a baller and a player and she's all about the game
And I come to entertain
And she come after I came
Her name is Tatyana, or her name must be Christina
But when she get in to begging I tell her by like felicia
I think her name is McLaron, but she sure ain't CRV
That's the type of chick I see around but do hardly
b**h, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me
Fresher than Chewbacca Shakka
White, tall, starched tee
My wolves bark like trees
Talk like G's
n***a talk like me
I'm just rapping on the beat
Consider that I'm an artist
I'm there looking like the labels and b**hes, I go the hardest
They're aiming at my wolves
Like they finna go to target
And you ain't gonna buy sh**
I ain't surprised
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I got 99 problems and a b**h ain't one
If you got a f**ing problem come and get you some
And bring yo pistol gun
Me and my f**ing pack of wolves hollerin
[Verse 2]
I wanted to kick a flow but I decided to right a speech
That's my word
You're getting to me but I ain't in your reach
You sit and gossip like a ho
And you know what hoes preach
These n***as go to church and in the front row sleepin
Roman ain't sh** and his homie got a kid
Roman wants to be a chef and his homie planned to be a pig
Poppin pills with b**hes
Plan to rehearse gigs
But you n***as don't phase me you must be crazy
I say what I want it ain't a but or a maybe and
Yeah she bad in her f**ing C Cla** 80
Just like the next girl
"What's up baby?"
You want to f**? You'll lay me but you can't replace me
Get inside her little heart and then she can't erase me
Amazing, amazing but her bu*t cake tasting
Appetizing antagonized with that categorizer
Sex with her and ma**ages
I chop her up in garages
[Hook X2]