Te di banda y te solté, yo te solté Pa'l carajo te mandé, yo te mandé Ella pidió a Yandel (Yeah, this is the Remix) Fifty hundred threads in my linen sheets Look like you missing waking up next to me Staying relevant, stay on this shit I'm focused on

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

I'm amazing, I'm crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze I stay "G'd Up", Its the things the I dun seen and the shit I've been through that made my heart turn cold I stay "G'd Up", I'm a gangsta ya find out for sure if you ever step on

Oh-oh-oh (that same old love) I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I’m so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough I’m so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I’m so sick of that same old love, the kind

She told me do her body right, I did She said she want me spend the night, I did, I did She want me hit it when she wake up, I did, did Yeah her body be calling, I be on that mission She like the position, waking the neighbors Got 31 flavors, I'm doing

No hearts, no love no kumbaya yeah When you put the work in man it shows Straight up out the ashes then I rose I done hit a all time low Been at a stand-still and had to go go go Man they out here on a scheme like la-la-la Breaking promises you need like

I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West

Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom