Letras
So wassup?
Help yourself
No, thanks
You heard what the man said, motherfucker
Clean your plate, now
Uh, blow a nigga face off
I never hesitate to let it spray off
My bitch sniffin' straight raw
Sniff an eight 'til her face fall
I tell her to clean the plate off
You new niggas, I hate y'all
You fuck niggas still workin' with an eight ball
I had your corner yellow-taped off
Let V-Live pull the Wraith off
Told shorty, "Order the lobster"
Never been in a movie, front row at the Oscar's
You can tell I'm gangster by my posture
Hit a nigga ten times with the chopper (brrt)
Hustlin' out this lil' bitch house, Tasha
300 racks stashed in the washer
My bitch lookin' like a goddess
She find solace in Croc Birkins and blood bottoms
She do whatever I say, she ain't gon' break a promise (never)
I say I'm that nigga, really I'm bein' modest (cap)
The kinda nigga you should praise more (uh-huh)
Everything I put out the bar, raise more
I needed to save more, so I made more
Kush trap in Atlanta jumpin' like Baseball (hoo!)
I show them niggas what the K's for
Knew he was dead, but I put one more in his head, I made sure, huh
Blow a nigga face off
I never hesitate to let it spray off
My bitch sniffin' straight raw
Sniff an eight 'til her face fall
I tell her to clean the plate off
You new niggas, I hate y'all (hah)
You fuck niggas still workin' with an eight ball
I had your fuckin' corner taped off
Let V-Live pull the Wraith off (vroom)
Let V-Live pull the Wraith off
I been through it, all my scars are the proof
I sold raw on the stoop, now it's BET awards in a suit
Cracking cigars sittin' underneath the stars in the roof
But I'm still thankin' God for all that he do
Got shot, Bell's palsy, so my jaw wouldn't move
Now I can out rap your whole squad and your group