It’s so mothaf**in hot i catch a tan in this b**h
Like a mailman i’m poppin rubber bands in this b**h
We be on that hot sh** so don’t get fanned in this b**h
Left the club with her but she came with her man in this b**h
I’m so mothaf**in high that i can’t stand in this b**h
You a mothaf**in lie you say i ran from some sh**
Prolly run off on the plug, prolly run off with his d**, n***a run up on me wrong so he ran into some slugs
And I’m prolly in the club if he ask is we some thugs
No security with me cause b**h we deep and we got guns
He was chasing me ain’t know i brought my sack into the club
Play with me and mine lotta n***as die in cold blood
When i hit the spot bet they lettin out that Red Rum
Run up in yo spot green beams on all our guns
She got expensive taste have my dick all on her gums
Boy they buildings vacant lots sh** cause I’m from the slums
Fill a n***a up with this hot sh**, b**h you better not run
Thought it was a fair fight he ain’t know i had my gun
f**ed her on the first night and she caught my first son
Are you the toughest n***a in the crowd? Then you the first one
Aye Lil Stewie these hoes starstruck they say i do some
You a broke n***a petty a** use a coupon
It’s just me and Yae pull up on yo j with 2 guns
We ain’t aimin at yo legs b**h we aimin at yo head b**h, i’m eatin good i’m fed b**h, that Tropicana sh** red b**h, n***as in the house on that scared sh**, you hidin under that bed b**h
Vacay with my AK with my feet all in that sand b**h
You know i’m on a walk up with a drum like i’m playin in a band b**h
I’m so mothaf**in high that i can’t see straight
These b**hes see me 3-D and they press replay
I’m a shooter n***a i should be on EA
Choppa in the front seat that’s my new bae
You trippin boy you better tie yo shoelace
F&N pencil bullets don’t get erased
If my b**h get outta line she get replaced
I scratch you off the list yea I hit the backspace
And my bankrolls big like my fanbase
Forensics searchin but they still can’t find the shellcases
b**h i ball like a cancer patient, I’m the sh** boy i’m constipated, i hang around robbers and you can get yo sh** confiscated, i’m on the phone with Ben Franklin money my conversation, I shoot ya chest and ya leg ya head ugly combination, they mad cause we made it they hatin use it for motivation, I live in the fast lane my life is a celebration
I just bought a brand new choppa a baby K
I run up in a n***a house broad day
I been at the finish line but yall late
The judge want me locked down behind them tall gates
f** these b**hes i just want the money!
I was sellin snow & it was sunny!
I take my time and wrap em like a mummy!
No Hilfiger but i got my Tommy!
Yo time is runnin out co*k my Glock and brung it out
They don’t come outside cause they hidin they ain’t comin out
This Big Mac with a lot of fries ain’t no runnin out
I’m so mothaf**in hot b**hes see me and start fallin out
Gaaaang gang