It was the night he got popped Big of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie Next to the Town House crackers mad
2008 a G, a I'm Ron O'Neil the seat, sunk deep Lil' niggas bussin' off punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my
But I ain't wettin' I don't send nobody back, violently take a nap you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' head off while you're your shoe
But in the kitchen Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank with large records Hard vests, 86 got on, Benetton rugbies And frames that fake when they rob [Incomprehensible]
To that's natural action play the [Incomprehensible] We at you and we don't want to rap to you It's not culture, it's not a of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a closer
you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over Hoping you fall for the bait thinking you Had that ass sweating like T.D. I want the ones, nigga, you non believers, you can ask momma Now drama
Dollar icy from papi with the scraper with the laser Trying my best not to pop yet but the is major my lil' 'cause I do my aunt the favor watch this I never been this hope the cops just
Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he to play third In a softball tournament round my way say that's word you bird I'll put your beak on a curb but Looks like a good game the pigs ain't so I'm a lay
Nice play, just too bad it's your Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the So the teams line up, shake hands, guess the games over Faggot nigga, hopped in a Liberty, fake Rover
I'm on his tail like Sonic little palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to a cover story Look he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay had to be his most unlucky, lucky day
2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army and stand there Acting like my tires air He the gas cap, too many things going his way So I stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but, hey
I them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he going nowhere I went home switched gear out and grabbed me a beer 10 drinks I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper Look left and see partner, I hit the stash
Who the fuck you you is Ron O'Neil Tat tat what the when that 9 milli peel Is it realer than Pittsburgh steel Yo Ghost pass the toast niggas is daffodils
Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil on Fully dressed bitches watching with they snubs on While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Watching Rachel Ray all day, I get my on
Fiends me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day Black Wall Mafias, Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see
Niggas steady pushing Phantoms, we don't see the Niggas rocking dreads, you ain't even Rasta Take New Era off and reveal The the nigga you are or your cap getting peeled
Then we out to Brazil I know in Negril That'd chop your head off and throw it on a grill the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her that this real
Nigga, we in the field like Johnson It's 2010 how the we get 6 Thompsons Top 10, how the fuck you forget Compton Every rapper on your list'll get their shit in
I started soowoo, I'm the reason for 5 shit in the game on that fucking ready to die shit Sold 9 mil up with some fly shit Naked pictures, R&B bitches, all in my
How I be killin' the pussy should be a crime Got a Blackberry was getting to face time Back to fucking project bitches now I hate All they want is money, my nigga, I can't waste
I sun like it's day time Grey cotton Louis sweat suit the Ralp Lauren waist lines as a baby's ass and I got that baby cash Catch me in the hood, same deals Old had