Текст песни
Look
It's Mr. P.I
Put a belt to his ass like his momma did
Mr. P for president like Obama did
Yang gang in this bitch and I ain't switching shit
Lil' bitch steady mad cause I fucked her friend
Ring a roll, chopper on me like a finger roll
Hold my chain up, baby, this a dinner roll
It's like a field goal, how a nigga kickin' hoes
It's like a field goal, how a nigga kickin' hoes
Ayy, pay me in full, call me Mr. Mitch
It's a grand slam, baby, How I broke the bitch
I put a wig on the pig, she gotta make me rich
If she can't bleed the blade, that ain't my type of bitch
Told my opps no back an fourth time to end this shit
I said the clip too big, gotta bend this bitch
Brody got the roach spray if he tryna bug
Had to spin his head off if he tryna mug
Keep a brick in my pocket like I run with Shaq
Niggas said I missed a hair top, let's spin it back
Ain't no rap snacks, nigga, I need chips for this
Still a fly young nigga, that ain't changed a bit
Bitch, I got dreams of gettin' rich
Fly-ass nigga, my brody said he feel like Money Mitch
T.J. creepin' through the cut, Kel said he got the switch
Sactown to East Oakland, bitch, you know we represent
We gettin' drunk up off the D'Ussé, Berry B up in this bitch
Smokin' cookies by the pound, bitch, you know we keep it lit
Yang gang, we keep them hoes, ain't shit for me to cut a bitch
Yang gang, we keep them hoes, ain't shit for me to cut a bitch
Brand new whip, knocked a brand new bitch
Love bustin' on her face, she got brand new lips
An she got a BBL, she got brand new hips
Shawty fuckin' with the gang, she want brand new dick
Call of duty in the streets, keep a brand new stick
Shawty fuckin' with the gang, she want brand new dick
Call of duty in the streets, keep a brand new stick
1453 yea hear me
Uh, yeah, nigga, fuck everybody
I'm back up on my bullshit, but I ain't no Scotty
Bitch, ain't never count a 30 ball, how the fuck you poppin