Yeah, yeah
I uppercut the dope, hit it with a knee
I should call my weed Delta, 'cause I flew to peace
Bitch got me fucked up thinking I'm due to speed
This ain't a leche or cottage cheese
This that shit that made auntie fall and bust her knees
My auntie bragged to the dope
Man and bust out her teeth
Pull over, throw it in park, pop the trunk and pull out a P
How much you want?
That's depending if I might rob you
I kick a bitch out the crib like it's my shit
Fighting over bitches, what?
I kill you for my lick
I kill you trying to serve auntie some other shit
I'm at the stove with a hanger and a oven mitt
I just can't get up out the street, I think I love this shit
My bitch like, why you can't stand back?
My mind runnin', I got money that's on my head
I can't sleep, cause I'm hopin' auntie ain't dead
Everybody walkin' round, shit look like Walkin' Dead
I ain't talkin' to no doctor, I'm talkin' to the fans
Shut the fuck up, tie his ass up break his leg
Beat him in his fuckin' forehead,
Try and break his head
Turn his ass to the garage, his jaw like, uh
We done broke that shit to fuck all, tryna short change us
Knock his doors off like a four door wrangler
Up that Glock quick and take out my anger
If rap don't work, then it's murder for hire
If rap don't work, then it's murder for hire
If rap don't work, then it's murder for hire
I'm a trapping ball all my life, I'm never retiring
I be 37 in the club like Big Meech
Me and my brothers shoot it out with 12 for 30 apiece
Kick off my shoes, make a bad bitch smell my funky feet
This top dollar dick bitch, I don't fuck for free
I'm from New York, but my bitch ass like a Georgia peach
Third degree, broke boy get scorched, fuckin' with the heat
Where the hell my lighter at?
I need a newport, I think I'm too short
Mack, Drake, I think I'm too short
I think I'm Project Pat, Juicy J
I think I'm crunchy black
I know Lil Wayne told Gutta Gutta give him his money back