I said again, I had me some M&M's I ain't ***in' on a ***, she regular I'm puttin' bad bitches on the schedule They drive me soft, they mad I live with her Shot in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rolex up I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though I got this game I got from the corner store Gotta be in here, they cannot be on here though I used to serve for real like a domino I still deserve for real, my mama knows In front of bag, I stand on my tippy toes I'm too smooth for dudes like a finger roll They'll never understand all this lingo I get them bricks in like a gringo Hoes hoppin', toe poppin', keep a nigga lame, bitch, throat poppin' Get the squares in the hood like I know poppin' Chop him down like I teach karate My lil' niggas in the business like Rolls-Royce Trap buckin', I got four spots Automatic to a K, just a throw stopper Catch a slip and we gon' throw a lot Four of us, we got four choppers If it's three of us, we got three choppers Do you get the point? Man, we keep choppers We gon' fold them up like some Reeboks Turn the Glock farther to a beatbox Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop When this beef ain't here, peep out you If they kill me, they gon' creep out you I'm a god in my hood, you can read about it I put shooters on payroll, I feed gobbins Every nigga around me ain't gon' need nothin' Fly to homies in town, they gon' crease on Watch, if they can't have me, you'll threesome Got these old head niggas and they feelin' They gon' really be mad when I *** they bitches I checked my bank account and it was negative I said again, I had me some hemidems I ain't ***in' on a ho, she regular I'm puttin' bad bitches on the schedule They droppin' salt, they mad, I leveled her Shinin' a dog, I'm holdin' my Rolex up I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though I got this game, I got from the corner store Gotta be in it, cannot be on ya though I used to stir it for real like a domino I still be stirrin' for real, my momma know Hit from the back, I stand on my tippy toes I am so smooth, I do like a finger roll Yeah, I never understand all this lingo I get them bricks, I am like a gringo In this P, Pluto bigger than Jigga Got racks in my ear, nah, I can't hear ya I'm to the jeweler, you come to this moolah You might as well call me Godzilla I got these thotties and hotties, anxieties, anxieties Got bodies on bodies, what's up? Real, I'm a rockstar, but way chiller I *** on the club, start to hear the script On Waco Valley, man, *** bein' matters Just look at my arm, that's a new Maserati I'm overseas, on your lip, it is real Somebody country and I'm hadin' a blimp I *** the rapper, bitch, and that a starstruck Man, I damn near shoulda been a pimp I put a hand up, talkin' for a Gaga's When she go down, give a nigga lip I'm over quota, no mercy, need Bola Croco Chanel, got the swag out the corner Pitch black, see I'm lit up, spaghetti I slice up every bitch like a machete Flyed in a parachute, never forget it You niggas some hoes, don't never forget it I said my bank account and it was negative I said again, I had me some m&m's I ain't ***in' on a ho, she regular I'm puttin' bad bitches on the schedule They droppin' salt, they mad, I live with her Shot in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rolex up I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio They talkin' bad, they don't even know me, though I got this game, I got from the corner store Gotta be in it, cannot be on ya, though I used to serve for real like a domino I still deserve for real, my momma know In front of bag, I stand on my tippy toes I'm too smooth for dudes like a finger roll Yeah, I never understand all this lingo I get them bricks in like a gringo