Letras
Ayy, tell the promoter don't even book me if the funds ain't ready
I been getting guap, nigga, my pockets too heavy
My brother want the ball, I pass that bitch like Ramon Sessions
My niggas came up off of bagging up that devil's lettuce
Baby girl, why you trippin, I ain't see your message
I fucked that hoe and now I'm sweatin' like I popped a Tesla
Ten millimeter, kickin shit like Lionel Messi
I'll smoke your dawg, that wasn't no Cracka Pack, that shit was reggie, nigga
I'll smoke your dawg, that wasn't no Cracka Pack, that shit was reggie
Boy, you can't come around this way, you know this shit get deadly, nigga
These fuck niggas, losing the game, 30-point deficit
I left that nigga on the curb, y'all know I'm way ahead of it
I'm tryna turn a pussy nigga to a fuckin' vegetable
I could really stretch that dope, just call it Mrs. Incredible
Cracka Pack straight to the face, you know I'm smokin' medical
I told my young niggas to suit up, let's get professional
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me, cause I ain't fuckin' with them
Gas a nigga up, put him in the sky just like a blimp
Subsonic shots, supersonic shit like Shawn Kemp
I need a cane, suit and a cup, do these hoes like a pimp
I ain't have no fuckin' hand out, I got this off the floor
Whatcha know bout pullin' all nighters, baggin' up that dope
I don't know what y'all been thinkin, but I'm with that shit fasho
Ain't gotta poke your window, nigga, you ain't even lock your door
I gotta brick of M, it's all white, that bitch look like the pope
Pussy nigga frontin' his move, I'm tryna smoke you like a Pote
I been gettin' bread, try to rob, I'll burn a nigga, toast
Fuck around and hang that boy, he just gave me the rope
I got em fuckin' with my music, I give niggas hope
I don't know why you checkin' me, you need to check your hoe
I don't do no hard drugs, ain't tryna overdose
Lil' Jefe pop up out the cut, he got that telescope
Tell the promoter don't even book me, if the the funds ain't ready, nigga
I been gettin' guap, nigga, my pockets too heavy