I was bout to cop the porsche, had no one to sign for the panamera
Still blew half 100 ranks, forgi’s on that black camero
Tell me where to meet, I’m coming with a trashbag
Got a pound beside me right now, no hashtag
But if the topic is gwap, well let’s chop it up, make it a trend
I’m so high I’m seein double, on a double date with twins
So dats 4 hoes in dis 4×4, double cup on a double stack
I’m twice as real, u twice as fake so I jus bought anotha strap
Told ya’ll I’m throwed off…
Sippin on dat school zone my apologies I dozed off
Oh, ok, I’m reloaded
Fired my new hoe, she remind me of my old bitch
The last 2 weeks I made 30 racks, dat reminds me of a whole brick
I’ve been gettin so much gwap I forgot how to fold it
No shit
So many shows they think we got dem bricks
Or chino got a shipment in
Or elroy hit a lick fo 10
Same crew
Wonder if you let dat money change you
Or numb you, and go to your brain the same why the cocaine do
I hear these little lame dudes sayin the same shit knowin it ain’t true
My niggas at half way houses and got bracelets on their ankles
My otha homies in college and I’m sure they feel my pain too
Had a dream like dr. king and damn, it damn near came true
If you order 1 1/2, I might bring 2 wen I came through
We heavy nigga! in the lab rite now with some bad bitch, a jar and some drank too
More of a carlito den a tony montana
U might think I’m a handyman how I’m holdin my hammer (retarded)
Fly nigga, yea I got my pistol
And if any of them pussies think they tough, they more than welcome to die with you
Bullets at yo chest, joe montana
Who shot him?, how the fuck should I kno? I was in atlanta
After 12, pourin a 12 in a 3 liter phantom
Got the mids goin for 12, I sold 12 at panarama
Roll through Haynes manor, police hot as ever, I can’t stand them
It’s like money don’t even matter, these niggas shootin over bandanas
The westside is still greivin, matter a fact, the ville greivin
Rest in peace lil bo, lil sammie, skeet and that’s how I’m a leave it (gone)