Letras
(E-E-Energy made this one)
Shit!
Bitch!
Yeah
Alright
Bitch, I was born a savage, no Macho Man
Told brodie, "This shit on the floor like I dropped a band"
Nigga said he poured a three up, then why your pop so thin?
Mama said, "Get money and go home, you ain't got no friends"
Shit, I'm like, "You damn right"
Turned into a fiend, we droppin' fours in a canned Sprite
Hit her from the back off a Perc', she like, "Damn, Mike"
Her nigga broke and can't make no cheese, he a ham, right?
I just did one-twenty in a Scat' down Van Dyke
The pussy wack, I give the bitch back like, "What your friend like?"
Goldie drunk my last deuce of wock', we had a hand fight
Stuffed a lot of blues in her coochie, it was jammed tight
Me and Ri' made some dog shit while he fight the feds
We are not into shootin' up cribs, we take lives instead (hey)
At this point, shit, I'll pay whatever for a pint of red
Movin' on to big and better things, the old Mike is dead
60 racks hangin' off my neck 'cause I grind for it
Your bitch cheated with me, 'cause you ain't never got no time for her
Twelve hundred for them new Dior sneaks, I paid nine for 'em
New Diamondback FN, that bitch sound like a lawnmower
Ten milli', got two beams on 'em, I switch 'em back and forth
Lil' man pulled up to do a tat, I told him, "Black the Porsche"
Mama asked me "What's up in my cup?" It's act', of course
Don't ask me if I got a gun on me, I'm strapped, of course
Militant-minded like my pops and we'll go to war
Flint Town got a name now 'cause we opened doors
37-hundred for this jacket, it came velour
Steppin' on these niggas hard as fuck, we had to change the floor
We just dropped another opp, they had to change the score
Bitch legs shakin' hard like she never came before
I like that shit better than the verse, bro, change the chorus
Left my white bitch and got rich, that's a paid divorce
Strapped up in my Gucci slides with the fur in 'em
I put Forgiatos on the truck just to swerve in 'em