Yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Damn Tye, you made this bitch too?)
What up Smoove
(Fuck got into you?)
Twenty-two hundred for a FN
Niggas see me start running
Twenty-two hundred for act' pint
We ain't even sell it, we drunk it
Twenty-two hundred for my shirt and pants
Words that she wants, don't want it
My new car is so fast, I slide around the corner
Four lines in this 20 ounce, it gave me a boner
Can get a hundred out the bank at any time I wanna
I'm sippin' Red with yellow v cuts look like ketchup mustard
I know the real fuckin' Birdman, nigga, not no stunna
Let out 50 from a AR, that bitch can flip a Hammer
I am the type to get my dog rich, Shit, I feel like Sosa
Chopper bullet grace his face, he thought he was cut by Lokin
Pull up with that .45, it'll knock out Andrew Bogut
Nigga say he wants that smoke, chopper wake him up like folgers
Pull up blue shit fallin' out my pocket, niggas think I'm locin'
Bitch is shaking trying to take a pic, damn, keep your composure
Don't be cryin' on my line once we done, bitch it's over
Keep that nine in a cut and get it done just like tony
Put a stock on my Glock and call it the macaroni
Droppin' bows and we selling rock, lil' nigga you was just bronie
Nigga said he in a different bag, ain't his bag, he stole it
Niggas claim to drop all heat, shit ain't heat, it's frozen
Why you go and buy that cheap ice, lil' nigga you is bogus
You can't even pay yo' label back the money that they loaned you
Tell the truth you independent, 'cause don't nobody want you