Letras
Syrup in my grills, I've been poppin' all these pills
Expensive drugs, pop seals, keep my gun, it's not concealed
Pretty girls and thrills, in Beverly, not Hills
Trappin' off a dill, I'm tryna stack my bills
Hit me bout a deal, hundred bands, let's keep it real
Drop some cash, get killed, hit that man, his brain can't heal
Perky to my heart, h*es askin', can I feel?
Never thought about a th*t, with a h*e, I keep it real
Never worried about a b*tch, ayy
Never tweakin' bout a b*tch, ayy
Get the shootin' out, get the shootin' out the clip, ayy
I'm down to f*ckin RIPK, okay
Never worried about a b*tch, ayy
Never tweakin' bout a b*tch, ayy
Get the shootin' out, ayy
Scope-Scopin' out the jakes, Got Gho$t on the plays
Fuck all them fakes, y'all not in my lane
Who the, who the fuck is they? Just a couple fuckin' lames
Bout to catch a dub, when im gone- make it rain
When it's set and done, 4LA run the game
B- We let it bang, yeah, I doing what I please
Countin' all my Gs, stackin' all my Gs
Got hella keys, got - (Yeah cant tell em that)