Hey miss Tone got luck I a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! Cats the way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of so I don't have stupid cars Peace to all the single ladies, struggle a rough life Baby daddy that's aight, check out my man Trife Stapleton, raised in the West 780 Anderson, now I'm the Stoppin all bets, niggaz like Barkley in my reefer days, sellin you parsley Always aluminum, bags in the car seat Them not show doin them, where the NARCs be Came to play no games and in your lane and the ratchet's on your and fuck entertainment y'all The big rock a robe in November I broke but I throw my trees up in the blender
repeat 2X] Yeah, how you it baby? You want a good time, you alright, you C'mon, how you like me You have a good time
Yo! Better shoe spots, red and drops I used to serve those, my rooftops cracked the window when the fuckin room's hot If my CD was get a different boombox New full of Polo, champ rugged low Mocc's So hot, right before I popped the show stopped You can't box, I seen hands on an old clock The old ox marked you, I'ma blow pop Prophesized Don it's me, aqua blue And my bitch be, 20 G's scrill like "Pardon me," I'ma be honesty Your man with the Dom P like Sean Connery Heard he crime like the old man Barnaby Givin you the business, crackheads and the And I keep drugs in the Tony Starks Housewives slobbin me cause they honor me
Hey, Mister! let my niggaz in Thugs and my women in, you don't want no with meeeeee We got them on the dancefloor Goons is in, shanks and machetes in Three to the head again, Remy Hennesyyyyyy All haters wit'chall math off