Letras
Chicken over there, on fire, straight bitches
Niggas drop the bomb on me, niggas make some crowd
All that bacon, that's it, over with, on my mama
Boom boom, this is it, let's just do it, nigga
Your partner dead, you ain't do shit but just use your legs
Nigga, you's a bitch
Nigga keep on dissing, I just bounce out a hit
If I did not, I send a blick
Nigga ask him who the starting five
Got his little ass flesh coming off the bench
Listen, nigga, let's do it
5 double 0 bitches
Why the fuck would I buy the chain
When it's better luck stashing your penny
24 clip, automatic flames
I left out with Dame, then it's ho in me
You say fuck that 5, stop your heart game
And I'm walking down, showing no pity
Nigga throw back purge just to kill the pain
Find an RP10, got my nose itching
Why the fuck would you shoot a spot
And we got the drops on the whole city
Automatic ARP, rrah
So I flush it down, flood the whole kitchen
Nigga, I got caught booming in the paint, and we fired him out
Caught him goal tending
Nigga, I lay nights
Taking out your trap with them take-down boys spending gold with it
And if I get a drop on any nigga on that list
I promise we gon' spend it
Rent a car, I don't even own this bitch, but I promise we gon' take it
Ballin' for big lag, get that low-end bitch
Fully self-sustaining, lil' bro tryna hit it
Told him I was done with them Percs
Got another taste back, poppin' paint
Half a minute, bitch, deucin' my double cup
When I leave, won't be the same
Put me in the studio with Rallo and Visa
I still be sippin' grain
I let a shooter test that dope
'Cause that shit go straight to a bank
I'm puttin' on that bag, I ain't fuckin' off
The ass on my bitch so fat and soft
Two plain Jane Rolex on my wrist
Like I be playin' fuckin' golf