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