It was the night he got popped Big of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie to the Town House crackers mad noise
2008 a G, a I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat, deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they heat I'll a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' I don't wanna nobody back, violently take a nap you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' off while you're tying your shoe
But back in the kitchen Occupied by the twins, bank robbers large records Hard vests, 86 got on, Benetton rugbies And frames that guns when they rob [Incomprehensible]
To that's natural action play the [Incomprehensible] We gettin' at you and we 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 thinking you safe Had that ass sweating T.D. Jakes I want the ones, nigga, you non believers, you can ask your Now drama
Dollar icy from papi the scraper glock with the laser my best not to pop yet but the trop is major Shot my lil' 'cause I do my aunt the favor this I never been this hope the cops just
Get a urge and just splurge you bot he nerve to play third In a tournament round my way say that's your word you bird I'll put beak on a curb but anyway Looks like a good game the ain't leaving 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 watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the games nigga, hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover
I'm on his tail like Sonic little palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover Look he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay This had to be his unlucky, lucky day
2 brothers come out of 7 in army wear and stand there like my tires need air He closed the gas cap, too many going his way So I just stashed that you probably I'm bugging but, hey
I know them games in Lindsay Park is every he ain't nowhere I went home gear went out and grabbed me a beer 10 drinks later I'm at Burger window for a Whopper Look left and see partner, I hit the bloka
Who the fuck you you is Ron O'Neil Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 peel Is it realer than Pittsburgh steel Yo Ghost the toast these niggas is daffodils
Got naked bitches counting half a mil gloves on Fully bitches watching them with they snubs on While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Watching Ray all day, I get my cake on
love me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day Black Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we see pianos
Niggas pushing Phantoms, we don't see the opera Niggas steady rocking dreads, you even Rasta Take your New Era off and The fact the nigga you are or cap getting peeled
Then we out to Brazil I niggas in Negril chop your fucking head off and throw it on a grill Take the gold out your and throw it in they grill Send a to your moms and let her know that this real
Nigga, we in the like Chris Johnson 2010 how the fuck we get 6 Thompsons Top 10, how the fuck you gonna Compton Every on your list'll get their shit stomped in
I soowoo, I'm the reason for that 5 shit Came in the game on that fucking to die shit Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly pictures, R&B bitches, all in my sidekick
How I be killin' the pussy be a hate crime Got a Blackberry was getting to face time Back to fucking project now I hate dimes All they is money, my nigga, I can't waste mine
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 Old Navy had