Huh, you a bitch, man
I don't play with niggas, hoe
Fret, fret
Huh
Rock that shit up, Harry
Huh
I park that car, my dope back, make Daniel walkin' down
Make Daniel walk
Look bad, it catch her
Well, no, I gotta lay on down
Jiggin' all day, I don't work no more
Nigga look like a nigga, he with these drapes
None of us solve any car, no hair
I can tell he sweet by the look on his face
Real deal stuff, he ain't want any problems
Double niggas say he be gone by tomorrow
Whatever, I go on and pack my shit
Miami, New Vegas, we tired of the torture
Tall lil' buddy
Yeah, I'm shittin' on your bitch, homie
Whole gang work no meals
Plus, I know your bitch want me
Don't call my phone lil' bitty
Bitch, you ain't gon' get that drop
Ho, you really blowin' me
You know I scowl and sissy
Huh
Gleezy, I'ma know I'm ready to rock out
I can't trust no setup, fool
I love to pull my cock out
I won't let him catch me like lil' nigga
I pull my Glock out
I don't remember when I'm out of town
Better not catch you out of bounds
Man can't run in a coupe with a hunnid rounds
I'ma hard stick on you, Slambo
I'll be runnin' out
Flop
Boy, you thought we wasn't gon' gun you down
Gleezy, shoot that 3rd
I shoot that 6th
Lil' nigga, that's 90 rounds
Talked on crack
I'm feelin' rich
I need my doll out right now
Drank all up and on track
Had my white wife sniff the lights out
We been poppin' out at all the clubs with all our sticks out
Queen say don't bring that fire up in that club
You know she psyched out
Baby, shoot her
Shoot this bitch up
I'm talkin' bout right now
I go party scat
Get in a Nissan, take a hat
Yo, this shit ain't shit to me
I been had cash when I was in class
Yo, a f*ck nigga might hit set
A f*ck nigga ring, got hit in his back
Try to go this way and try to go that way
A hunnid thousand, ain't count that shit in hell
I know this shit get rough, then we back in the trap
I got a lil' hoe like a scale
I get a five for the three and a three for the four
And I cut that lil' shit in half
I'm from the block where most don't make it
I say the word, they follow the path
Two, two, three, and they all couldn't take it
Last time that I seen him, he was up in the clouds
I'm from the block where most don't make it
I'm cookin' a dinner
Take a nap on the flight
I been had, come back down
I'm gone
I'm gone
Huh
I park that car
My dog, Batman
Daniel, walk him down
Lil' Betty country
Well, no, I'm gotta lay him down
Checkin' all day
I don't worry no more
Nigga look like a league
Get hit with these drapes
None of us off
Ain't caught no hair
I can tell he sweet by the look on his face
Real deal stuff
He ain't want no money
Real deal stuff
He ain't want no problems
Double on his head
He be gone by tomorrow
Wherever I go, know I'm packin' my shit
Might have an event, cause we tired of the torture
It's all up Betty
Yeah, I'm shittin' on your bitch, homie
Whole gang work them meals
Plus, I know your bitch want me
Don't call my phone, lil' bitty bitch
You ain't gon' get that drop
Ho, you really blowin' me
You know I scowl at six o'clock