Bitch it's big Thirty and I don't play
Turn up the spot make it earthquake
I built me a home on first base
MFBA we in first place
You should keep ya name on the first basis
I had to take it back to my old basics
I see the Same names with some new faces
I'm on 465 high drivin brakeless
She like it slow like we in the matrix
When I come through the spot don't say shit
I got this bitch cocked don't say shit
Now I get paid to talk shit
Ima talk smooth to the microphone
Make ya ass rock like a metronome
Bunch of missed calls on my telephone
I don't even answer on the cell phone
Nigga I'm feelin like gotti
It take em six months for the body
Oh we make it hard to find em
So I don't think that's likely
My mental stuck on psychic
So I know you pullin that sly shit
You always actin like a beat
You always On that type shit
AK on the way to the doe
On the phone ina fight wit yo hoe
And I told her my baby around
So get lost to the ground
Or go play wit lil bro
My rellos been some
My pockets are sinking
I only feel right when they grow
Cause I dream to get paid when I flow
Don't hate cause 38 stackin his cake
Should know that my brotha fasho
And I met him right after his show
So get passed in yo lane
As we race to our goal
In the streets so I try to stay low
And I'm Huntin them bucks so I stay wit a bow
But I Stay wit a pole
Cause that's how I stay in control
Don't run up I'm takin a soul
Really risk it
Butter Biscuit
Keep a hit stick
Rollin with it
Blink n' miss this
Talkin shit bitch
I'm grippin and spittin some heat
While I'm Flippin and sippin on lean
You claim we a team
But you don't come round
So the fuck do you mean
XDs extended with beams
While the clips are hangin out my jeans
My life's a movie you makin a scene
So I shoot like it's green
Then I pop me a bean
To forget every-thing
I'ma Champion chasin down rings
Realest from nap
Gotta chase a me a check
Bringin in bank
While I'm rollin on stank
But these Bitches be lookin
We breaking they necks
Fiji brand new in my hands
See me come through with them bands
And you could never understand
A white boy wit a tan
The big boy a main man
I claim gang till I can't
I'd fight never coulda ran
I'm bustin till the gun jam
It's AK goin on the lamb
Wit Jaysan on my right
Catch me pull up to the light
Catchin him holding on his pipe
Keep the choppa not a bike
I'm Grippin holdin hella tight
People slip up with they life
Losers trip up bein nice
Winners drippin in some ice
Im just trynna live my life