Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em) Listen close, nigga, yeah Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to

Sucking my dick, yeah, the sloppy, the toppy The voppy, the woppy, she a skeezer, uh She off of the Molly, I'm off-ing them shawties I'm catching a body, she want all of the blue Hundreds I'm thumbin', I'm busting, she suckin' Can somebody pass me a

I put the streets on beats (streets) I been geeked all week (geek) I go to sleep, I don't eat (sleep) Crosseyed, make a nigga go weak (uh) Yeah, gas tank on E Yeah, but the safe on full (full) Yeah, got the heart of a lion Yeah, head's on like a bull

Only hunnids and fifties, please Green green wasabi (ayy) All this gold on my body (ayy) Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah) Only hunnids and fifties (yeah) Green green wasabi (yeah) Pullin' up in them cities (uhh) Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah) Pullin' up in

I put that bitch in park, yeah I put that bitch in park, uh I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe) I got a brand new 'Rari, yeah I got a brand new boo, uh (boo) I put my ex in park (uh) I got a brand new coupe, yeah I got a brand new 'Rari (woah) I got a

Don't want you in my bloodline, yuh Ain't no need to apologize, no But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Love me, love me, baby Are you down? Can you let me know? Love me, thank you, leave me Put it down, then it's time to go

Even if it kills me I said even if it kills me Yeah, I said even if it kills me, even if it kills me, I'ma win (huh) I'ma always keep it real, b Yeah, ya dig Yeah, yeah, yeah-I, yeah-I, yeah-I Yeah, I said even if it kills me, even if it kills me, I'ma

I just wanna do you right I just wanna do you right, girl Give you my hardest, no rest I hold heaven in both hands I just wanna do you right, right (yeah) I just wanna do you right (yeah, uh) 'Cause you deserve everything and more You're royalty, a true

Screamed ride or die, I thought you would die with me Found out you a bitch, you can't even ride with me Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Uh, used to be my dogg, you was in my

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'