Letras
With them Gucci suits
Yeah Mayesvillian pussy
Look, street nigga I stay fly, trapped out I can't lie
Sold his ass a bad brick, hit that bitch like eight times
I stay with some bad shit, all my hoes gon' stay fine
Fell asleep in traffic, I done pour like eight lines
Tryna see what the hype be, trappin' in a white T
Ho want hit Miami with me, took her ass to bike week
Tryna lock in with a nigga, it's gon' cost a light fee
Boy, you ain't tryna smoke shit, you just wanna type me
Boy, you niggas trifling, I fuck with them white people
Jackson's, Grants and Franklin, my money ain't never wrinklin
Tryna stack it tall like Chamberlain, she's single, so she manglin
Brown skinned bitch, but that pussy got some pink in it
Pop out in my hood, they gon' treat me like Obama came
I put everything except them sticks in my mama name
Pounds in the trash bag, my aunt like where this garbage came
Told her this ain't garbage auntie, them them candy canes
I might go Rick Owen's on a ho, look like Jackie Chan
You gon' check them bags for me though, sit at baggage claim
Is you gon' hold it down for a nigga, while he do his thing
Stay down say fuck Benihana, settle for some raising canes
I been on the same shit too long, now I'm changin' lanes
I don't wanna talk about no opps the feds be slayin' shit
I don't even respond to these niggas, they just be sayin' shit
Focus on my guap, you still get chopped, know who you playin' with
Ain't shit to get a thot to send a drop, nah I'm just playin' shit
Bitch, I'm an idiot, still pour up when them bands hit
Really gettin' money, couple bands to get my gram back
Give a bitch the boot real quick like where them fans at
I run a point system with them bows, you understand that
I got my trunk full up with them lows, them bitches jam-packed
My nigga, he so nice over that stove, he bring them grams back
And if she leave with me after my show, she gettin' slam back
Street nigga, I stay fly, trapped out, I can't lie
Sold his ass a bad brick, hit that bitch like eight times