I know lil' niggas that thirst cream That pop a bitch on camera and we ain't talkin' twerk team Shootin' up cribs turnin' to smokescreens smoking nightmares chasin' her pipe dream Hard to advice behind the mind of the call So his limits ceilings cause his pop behind walls become a free meal Streets become a cheap Same prices pa paid he gon' pay a deal empty but he lookin' for a refill Revolver breakdancin, yeah he make bitch windmill Guess he's a psycho in the city in the Chrysler Everybody livin' nigga lookin' just to ice you So we hostile just to cop some Aeropostale Trenchcoat Mafia, for a Hollister Gotta get his up So we hit the game all his re-up, now he rob the dice game Probation violation call his ass the son of Got these old niggas scared like crystal lake and Jason Cause they through cases they ain't tryna go back Fresh up on the street he give a fuck about that Carti's downtown wear 'em same damn week Tryna get the same on the same damn street Rob a ho ass nigga at the same time At the same damn time, at the same damn they gremlins
He just smoke some kush And fuck some hoes at the mall For that shit, he it all Baby face and all, my lil' nigga gotta ball, lil' nigga gotta Run up on you that money at Fuck nigga that Lean in that cup Lil nigga up Pop a pill And he don' feel You do it in the song, he do it for nigga And all his OGs is either dead or in Scared to talk to him like, it they won't listen shit, thinkin' that he has to A pair of True Religions dog, my lil' nigga you Listenin' to 2 Chainz, ain't bout college I wonder if he knew that 2 Chainz went to I if he knew that, would that change his mind? that's somethin' we'll find in due time