Letras
Yah, I-I-I bet I make my name known, they never heard of me
I put a pussy nigga on the news like Ron Burgundy
Don't even try to hit my fuckin' phone, it ain't my currency
Lil' BMG I'm smokin' gas like Nazi Germany
Lil' mama pussy fire, I'm comin' fast, it's an emergency
That pussy fire, I think the hoe done put a curse on me
You better have that back end you wanna work with me
Yah, you better have that back end you wanna work with me
Lil' Jefe pop up out that cut, he got that 30 piece, bitch
You could forget about that show, you think bout' searchin' me
Got Zoes and I got Chico's with me, check the diversity
They on my dick, nah, cause I'm goin' commercially
Rack the slide before I left the crib, I rock you like a nursery
A couple niggas out to be plottin' bout' hurting me
Bitch, is you gon' spend my chos or come and do some with me
Cracka pack straight to my fuckin' top, I really don't want to
But it ain't shit for me to get you popped
.45 bullets, bald headed, look like Rick Scott
I bet them bitches flying past you if you piss me off
Baby girl come lick the dick and balls, I don't wanna talk
Lil' Jefe got a Kriss Vector on that fuckin' Glock
My white boy got that white boy too, I call him Asher Roth
I catch him talkin' to my bitch, I'm gon' knock him off
I catch him talkin' to my bitch, I'm gon' knock him off
I leave a nigga right in chalk, enclose that body in that wall
I was juggin, y'all was silver spoon, shoppin' at the mall
My partner was bussin' plays, ain't wanna break me off
And I had took so much abuse, but that's what made me raw
Oh, you got an issue with who, let's get that shit resolved
I catch a fuck nigga and blow him down like Ronnie Laws
You got your fye, come put that bitch to use, come show me you a dog