Four Pockets Full yeah Faded, I'm on that sizzurp Then I'ma light my spliff up I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up No deer but a

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

If you know what's good for you And I want ya, call me ya Willy Wonka And I want ya, call me ya Willy Wonka (Willy Wonkaa) Girl your body is legit Mama made you thick She can't get the Snickers from another nigga She know what I did with the Twix My

Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair When you do it like this, nigga, nigga, losin' ain't an option If I can f-ck

Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor The Math gon' drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay, I get it popping Whole club

Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck

Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got

Niggas tryna buy my style, but it ain't in the mall That shit look like a mall My bitch act so boujee, now she don't even like the mall My closet designer down, that shit look like a mall (s'Gucci) My bitch act so boujee, now she don't even like the mall

We're living the dream, yeah Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, nigga, yeah, you tell 'em Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Fuck