Lyrics: Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Hollis Parker Frazier-Herndon
Music: Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Hollis Parker Frazier-Herndon
Woah, shades on, I'm too geeked
All I see is smoke, these niggas don't want no beef
Diamonds on my t— diamonds on my teeth
No, my talk not cheap, hear dollar signs when I speak
Clean the dick, she a neat freak, think she got OCD
I'm ballin' like OKC
I'm ballin' like SGA
You can't ball with us, you don't know my body (What the ****?)
Cheer when I'm on the stage
No matter what I make, they gon' call it rage
Buck 50, his face off, switchblade
'Bout them digits, she gon' make that ass shake
I'm havin' a bad day
Poured my last four, then spilled it all, this a sad day
Every day I ball in the mall, not just on Saturday
Can't **** with her, I heard she got a finsta, can't have no second page
Rockstar, rock show, rock shit
Pop out with my dick, can't wait to pop this
Better not with your shit, this ain't no proxy
Got a bad bitch, she brown just like Foxy
I got the block lit
I been trappin' all day, I'm on the block
She caught me cheatin', ain't never gave a ****, I'm actin' shocked
But if she leave or stay, all these hoes still gon' flock
Get the **** out the way, them .308s don't got your name 'em
Did 170 creepin' up the street, I just dropped the brain on it
All I know is lean, lean, lean, lean, damn, I need a cane, homie
She thought I was excited 'bout the pussy, got the bitch waitin' on it