C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Shh, shh, shh
Five for ten, ain't no deps nigga none but za round
Raw youngin real player Still will smack a bitch down
She wanna sip and paint fast forward she slurping on my dick now
Got her coming like my adlib
What a hell of a sound
Come on
Daddy I'm your baby
Shut up bitch lay down
I done sold so many scripts no I ain't acting
Boy you need to go and pledge
Fuck from round me with all that kappin
Free my brother out of that chain gang
Mr. Take that blender and make that shit happen
Free Chuck
Sent my dog the last three songs I made
He like damn, Bill you snapping
They sleep
Nah, they must be off that acid if they think I'm done taxing
Hit my knees and pray to God
I got tired of losing packages
Stuck down in that country
Now I'm the shit its giving laxative
Carolina, baby, need my shiestys camo
Every time I got a new piece hit docs refill ammo
In the A, I'm swerving down peach tree hand on the camel toe
Soulja Rag with the Rees like I'm fresh up out the calliope
Came in with some heathens get to tweaking we aiming at your cantaloupe
Know I'm about my cash I bet we rock out every show
I done been a lot of shit
But can't no niggas say I'm ho
They know gelato eat the most
I feel like big smoke
Got this rap shit in a chokehold
I swear it's getting easy
I Evolved passed that broke shit
One time for my nigga teezy
Got a white bitch with a Malibu
Her head off the sheezy
Come on
How the hell these niggas sit here act like they ain't need me
I'm a bad man
Take them bags and Michael Jackson beat them
Shout out to that nigga Trigger but I been serving ether
Lil fee on my line
Beat her skeeter then delete her
Bitch, you only here for Peter
I been grinding nigga pockets full
But my head on peezy
If it's war, then somebody gotta die
Nigga, we ain't calling treaty's
I'm important now it's getting hard to reach me
I keep a long money you would think gelato geechie
Five for ten, ain't no deps nigga none but za round
Raw youngin real player Still will smack a bitch down
She wanna sip and paint fast forward she slurping on my dick now
Got her coming like my adlib
What a hell of a sound
Come on
Daddy I'm your baby
Shut up bitch lay down
I done sold so many scripts no I ain't acting
Boy you need to go and pledge
Fuck from round me with all that kappin
Free my brother out of that chain gang
Mr. Take that blender and make that shit happen
Free Chuck
Sent my dog the last three songs I made
He like damn, Bill you snapping
They sleep
Nah, they must be off that acid if they think I'm done taxing
Hit my knees and pray to God
I got tired of losing packages
Stuck down in that country
Now I'm the shit its giving laxative