I got 25 pipes in my book bag
25 ounces of that OG gag
I got a mouthful of y'all n***as OG bag
And I'ma paper round 1 and y'all not fed
I got the pretty ice glass with the dragons
I made a half of mil made out of fan kits
And I still get the dough to your daddy
Coming on 'cause you know I f**k your mamy
26 is great 8 with the headbag
Can't hear from your mama what a G bag
Red 4's on already black bentley
Crib blue forging lookin just like pentley
On way ni**a but I rhyme on the schemeless
Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty
Pop up in the club I ain't thought up in the 20
I at least made 20 mil on I 20
20 year old hit 20 f**king licks
30 years old Gucci 20 year old b**ch
Acting roze at 30 years old
Suicide dogs I don't wanna die b**ch
Got a call from my n***as said daddy what a bleach
Tell me where you wanna come that's where he will be
Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh
And a ni**a gon jump me a ni**a gon jump
2
Just got a call and my dog got some steady
Get the car keys and the chopper's out the alley
This the part of the game where sh*t gets tragic
Ni**a say he got problem we gotta let him have it
All a couple AK's and a couple cars
With my dog been robbin' now we got a couple problems
He wrong or he right b**ch we shoot on sight
Burn your man's house down the next morning catch a flight
Check 'em out her hope he told his family good night
Out in Vegas partying like it ain't sh*t happened
Out here f**king with these b**ches tryin to see what happenin
I hate b**ch a** n***as with a passion
I had to leave ain't got time for no question asking
Feet kicked up smoking and relaxing
Shoot a ni**a a** out John Paxen
3
I'm the type of ni**a will shoot you in public
Rather to a ni**a that I robbed in the public
I said I heard you lookin for me and he try to change the subject
Had that p**sy in my breeze said he thought I went epic
Up in told all day riding through the public
Somebody called the police 'cause they thought I was gonna bust them
I ain't get sh*t bad that is not out for discussion
They say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted
But love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies
If your ni**a had a roast then the p**sy ni**a lucky
I might pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket
Ye I rob your home boy but I ain't motherf**king ducking
If you see me in the club better keep on trucking
'Cause these n***as on the f**k sh*t and they ain't with the f**k around
Got a pistol with you dog and here it's the crystal
Matter of fact 2 pistols can't let you get the pistol
You made it I was 8 when I first learned to wrestle
I was bind on cook man those f**kers was catching
Get silly squick man the law he was blessing
Got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry
How the bed how the dough where I go off the extasy
Can't pull a move maybe ni**a was finessing
But I broke off and got it bigger on professionally
Then my first second mil put that p**sy along that massacre
