If it ain't concerning you
Then stay out the business
It fun in games til somebody
Here get injured
I need some dollars
Ain ****ing
On these stupid bitches
About a check I'ma just
Do it moving to the riches
I like a letter k on me
But a rock the A loaded
I drive around like ****
A chauffeur dont
Like how you bend the corners
Sipping out pint I almost
Had spilled the drank on me
I ain't living right yet
This evil in me can't control me
I can't ever exposed every
Flaw I had I told it
Bitch I'm grimey from the slum
It was times when I was busted
I sold drugs and hit some
Stains I caught cases I been hungry
If they start askin bout
Bros i just act like ion know them
I been paranoid amounts
Of all my sleep been getting low
Know it might be tapped
Bout business
Ian speaking onna phone
Ima pirate jack I take
All of your cheese nd all ur gold
I ain't satisfied yet
Why I keep on sending every hoe
Watch your speech watch your tone
Grip your gun pop your pole
Smoke the beef I gotta stove
Bitch I'm hard as steel nd stone
I'm the river with this flow
Add Call me diamond how I glow
Try to time it bet you won't
I decide when I explode
You gotta move better
I got some new wetter
Cold need more than two sweaters
Type to have my crew
Right at your door
No matter who head us
I'm in a competition of my own
I gotta prove myself
That I got what it
Takes for to get on
Shorty too petty
Say If she want loose then Let her go
I been too ready
Leave me I'll be with another hoe
I need two hands
She suck it grip her
Head and grip the pole
I need a few bitches
Hit the other one
Start moving wrong
When I sweat her
I say read my lips
Bring me cheddar
Bitch bring me chips
Lie and Tell me that you
Met another hitter like this
I been breaking down
Pounds gotta ease my wrists
Imma buy this bitch don't let me in
I'm stacking up bread a lot of scritch
Ain't nobody go take control
So bro had told me pop yo shit
Got an emo watch black rocks On this
Every time i shot it was rare I miss
I was born you sworn in the life I'm in
It's so many whores
Gotta knock 9 bitches
I'm counting new lettuce
You see where my crew headed
Burgundy the new red tie
Up all the loose ends
I don't care bout who get
It gotta get my crew fed
Bro went down with 2 7
I gotta find a new way to this road
You gotta move better
I got some new wetter
Cold need more
Than two sweaters
Type to have my crew
Right at your door
No matter who head us
I'm in a competition of my own
I gotta prove myself
That I got what it
Takes for to get on
Shorty too petty
Say If she want loose
Then Let her go
I been too ready
Leave me I'll be
With another hoe
I need two hands
She suck it grip her
Head and grip the pole
I need a few bitches
Hit the other
One start moving wrong