Letras
The hoods say I need a Grammy, how you love that?
Big timin' like Manny or above that
I can get you 20 P's for the dub flat
We was young sellin' weed, we was Rugrats
On the phone with the plug, where the love at?
I got Bud, bro, I'm askin' where the mud at?
Since the line 180, where the jug at?
I'm big timin' like, baby, how you love that?
California dreams, thinkin' California gold
Inside like tan, apple pie, Alamo
Out in San Antone, high at the Alamo
Baby, I can't take you home, cause I'm trappin' till 4
Jammin' on that Moe, I'm on the one with D. Gotti
My youngin', he on go, prices low for three bodies
Baby girl a hoe, hooka hooka, Kiotti
Ten packs touched at Bush, the other four gone be Hobby
Dottie, really I'm a P and a Mac man
Only do the paint No threes like Ant-Man
Only do the Qua shit, I used to be the Act man
Baby on the way, she a eater like Pac-Man
I'm the plant man, really, I'm a botanist
I been sellin' flowers to the hood and the projects
If you talkin' rap, you in Houston, I'm a topic
Just rolled a ten, I ain't shootin', I'm a hop it
The hoods say I need a Grammy, how you love that?
Big timin' like Manny or above that
I can get you 20 P's for the dub flat
We was young sellin' weed, we was Rugrats
On the phone with the plug, where the love at?
I got Bud, bro, I'm askin' where the mud at?
Since the line 180, where the jug at?
I'm big timin' like, baby, how you love that?
Back like I never loved mine on Chabata
Have you ever seen five wheels on Marotta?
Learn how to count a bunch of pills, me and Papa
Green cases, 500 for the seal, it's a dollar
Nine, six Impala, nah, don't put the blades on it
Baby try to holla, so you know I put the rage on it
F color diamonds, yeah, I had to put a grade on it
Nah, I ain't signin' perfect time, it got me made for it
Seven figures talk to me, then I'm talkin' back
I was raised in South Park, like Hawk and Pat