Whos everything you not bout
And in love with
Odds
A college dropout
I could call your girl
To study abroad ( A Broad)
f** a symester
Ill inject her with
That good dick
Homies smoke that good sh**
Had my shot and took it
Ain't no need to second look it
Of my rockaa
Show stoppa, shakin like maracas
You invited to su casa..
So you actin propaa
Ay
Getting im faded by damnself
Bish
IMA MAKE IT BY MY DAMN SELF
YEAH
Sayin that I'm next
Oh what you can't tell?
Never got my hand out
Never got my hand held
CAN ALREADY THE FANS SCREAMIN
b*tch BE QUIT
CAUSE THE MANS SPEAKIN…
Ayy..
Your girl in love
With the up n comer
Don't ya worry
Won't be back
Cause ima
One and doneeer, one summer chilllen
Dreaming of the hummer peeling
God dammit what what a feelin
Feeelin like i won a million
Dollars, impala, scholas got jealous
When they see i got so high
Don't need no books as propellers
Just wrote hooks for fellas
Com in alone outta the cella
Self made, well payed
Ain't sh** they could tell us
I put it on