Hey miss whattup? Tone got I wore a lot of and I never got stuck! Cats like the way I write, like a superstar Take care of family so I don't have cars Peace to all the single ladies, struggle a rough life Baby daddy threaten that's aight, out my man Trife Represent Stapleton, raised in the 780 Anderson, now I'm the all bets, slammin niggaz like Barkley Back in my reefer days, sellin you kept aluminum, bags in the car seat Them not doin them, that's where the NARCs be Came to play no games and stay in lane and the ratchet's on brain and fuck entertainment y'all The big spender rock a robe in I never broke but I my trees up in the blender
repeat 2X] Yeah, how you it baby? You a good time, you alright, you alright? C'mon, how you me baby? You have a good time
Yo! Better spots, red and blue drops I used to serve those, my rooftops Dane the window when the fuckin room's hot If my CD was get a different boombox New socks full of Polo, rugged low Mocc's So hot, right before I the fuckin show stopped You can't box, I seen better on an old clock The old ox marked you, I'ma blow pop Don it's me, aqua blue mink And my bitch be, 20 G's scrill Niggaz like "Pardon me," I'ma be Your man with the Dom P more like Sean Heard he fight crime the old man Barnaby Givin you the business, crackheads and the And I keep drugs in the Tony pharmacy Desperate slobbin me cause they honor me
Hey, Mister! Please let my in Thugs and my women in, you don't want no problem meeeeee We got burners on the dancefloor Goons is in, shanks and machetes in to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennesyyyyyy All y'all haters math off