Spittin Game

Sprite out of poverty, she wanna ride for me

Big old bankroll, T-Bone strip, yellow pocket

Dampen the beat when she think that I like her

We runnin' the street, the paper gotta recycle

I was a young nigga, gangsta and cocky

I cop back and drop it, I pop it, just knock it

Re-up and flip it, and make all the profit

I'm stackin' the paper, my bitch, she got it

Only for the bad hood hoe, that lil' bitch fine

But she burnt out, she don't smash that baddie

Fucked on the finest and baddest of models

My bitch, she a bottle, she built like a coke

Serving that raw, straight off of the boat

And I'm thinking, no joking, in my hood, I'm the pope

I just be moving, just like I'm a ghost

In my hood, I'm a gold, and I pull up in a Ghost

Tell my surfer he can go, yeah

Put a dick down her throat, yeah

Whipping that dope, when it come to the dope

I give my niggas some game, now they gone

I front my niggas some work, now they on

Beating the block like a pickety pwn

Old fat ladies still singing that song

Hunked out for you, lil' head, come home

I know my niggas gon' go for me, yeah

For the new Benz and the Rolls we get

Throw the money up like we don't even care

Take care my dawg, you know I'm gon' share

Stashin' them work in the back of the yard

Put a diamond spine in the back of them cars

Had to put the money in the middle of the wall

Made five million this year with my dawg

Driving the Wraith, she love in the car

'Bout to take a truck, it's your pick of the choice

I be kicking my shit, she be feeling the blow

I'm wild, baby bro, I break it down, bells in the tub

I was in the mud, grinding, I was hanging with the duck

Meatball turned rat, nigga, that's what it was

Hey, don't try to sway, nigga, that was it, bro

Turn on the hood, nigga, where you come from?

I sent Tivo to pop you and pop you, and stand over you

No need for hollering, uh

'Cause we don't do barking

Barker than Lou and B Walker shit, put you in a coffin, uh

I be sitting in the back of the Maybach

Sipping on the high-tech like it was coffee

The wins and the losses, I came in the box

You try me, I'll knock you out

I know my niggas gon' go for me, yeah

For the new Benz and the Rolls we get, yeah

Throw the money up like we don't even care

Take care my dawg, you know I'm gon' share

Stashin' them work in the back of the yard

Put a diamond spot in the back of them cars

Had to put the money in the middle of the wall (wall)

Made five million this year with my dawg (dawg)