I just jumped out the whip with a bad little bitch Her hair down to her asshole, I love that shit Her ass all on her back, and I love that shit Her shoe game is fantastic, I love that shit She don't fuck with broke niggas, and I love that shit If Young

Built my legacy Drivin' Bentleys, not no Lexuses She on ecstasy Fuck her two times then I left the bitch Not with that extra shit I won't text the bitch, just sex the bitch We young and reckless Pull up with TECS and shit, kill pedestrians I'm on Perc

Here's to the closing door Here's to just one more Here's to all the damned Here's to the bloodshed Can't leave it alone, won't let me forget Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish Shrouded in burlap left

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks Aye uh, got this bitch named Tasha, she let me fuck her in the car. Like Kim Kardashian, she wanna be a Star. Got this bitch named Britanny, with big ass titties. But bitches ain't shit, 'cause Bitches act Mickey

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me sick Living that life We used to do the same shit Shit gets drastic

You wanna scream and shout They only come out at night She said I can't slow down If I wanted to We live for this shit, yeah We truly do I know you do Oh, I know you do I know you do too

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,