Music: Enrico Giannini/Jeffrey Jones
Lyrics: Linderius Johnson
[Intro]
(FOREVEROLLING)
[Chorus]
Uh, she like, "**** me with the lights off," I whip my pipe out
Call me baby Navy SEAL, all the opps get sniped down
Been patient for these M's, but I want it right now
Graduated from the street, they might as well give me cap and gown
Still blowin' shit for bro, talkin' 'bout make 'em call the narcs
You can catch me late night posted in front of the barber shop
I ain't get no lineup
But I'm sick of niggas keep on sayin' that they can't find us
[Verse 1]
Know where we at, nigga
Tryna catch a hat, nigga
Addy got me movin' like it's ants all in my pants, nigga
Oh, he got racks?
But he pussy, deep inside, he never shot that
I be on that for real, get out of line and you get toe-tagged
Uh, pussy, get your bro back
I get geeked when I see opps like a nigga smoke crack
Ain't no crack fiend
I'm a murder boy for real, I let my gat sing
Woke up out my sleep and shot my gun, I had a bad dream
I'll put my whole pedal to the grown
Plus I'm geeked up off this Addy, do two hundred to the house
Hah, yes, I really run this town
Yes, I'm really havin' partners that'll leave you on that ground, brraow
[Chorus]
Uh, she like, "**** me with the lights off," I whip my pipe out
Call me baby Navy SEAL, all the opps get sniped down
Been patient for these M's, but I want it right now
Graduated from the street, they might as well give me cap and gown
Still blowin' shit for bro, talkin' 'bout make 'em call the narcs
You can catch me late night posted in front of the barber shop
I ain't get no lineup
But I'm sick of niggas keep on sayin' that they can't find us
[Verse 2]
Hide and seek, come outside
I'm tired of puttin' aside my pride
I don't need a damn thing, I'm lit as **** until I die
Even when a nigga dead, my kids and them gon' have some bread
Twenty choppers in the spot, I pray to God I don't go fed
Yeah, leave his block toasted
You can post her all you want, man, that's not your bitch
Tired of a nigga flexin' blicks, man, that's not your shit
Free the top ahk, he cookin' shit like nacho dip
Move around when this four-five rip
**** them and **** them, man, both sides get flipped
Like I'm CJ, I'll line a nigga ass up like a temp'
Bloody world, I swear to God I'm finna put that on a blimp
[Chorus]
Uh, she like, "**** me with the lights off," I whip my pipe out
Call me baby Navy SEAL, all the opps get sniped down
Been patient for these M's, but I want it right now
Graduated from the street, they might as well give me cap and gown
Still blowin' shit for bro, talkin' 'bout make 'em call the narcs
You can catch me late night posted in front of the barber shop
I ain't get no lineup
But I'm sick of niggas keep on sayin' that they can't find us