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Gudda, yeah
Okay, I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star Trek fly, unidentified flying object
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass backwards (backwards)
Gudda spit crack and you niggas is crack addicts
It's simple mathematics, you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin'
Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
Potato-head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you fuckin' with me? Put your cash in
Nah, I doubt it
I was young and reckless when P say he was about it
You niggas is ducks, Howards, cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch
Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis', black semi'
I've never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch, I got stacks
Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback
I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP
And we don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets, now they runnin' your way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored
I blitz your ass like a motherfuckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby, bitch I'm hotter than Uganda
Ugh
Let-let go
Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history
So doing that my extra-curricular activity
Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love, good head and victory
You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin' me
Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T