I won't hold back Nothing like them other niggas Nothing like them other bitches I'm coming back for good So let them niggas know it's mines I already got someone is what you tell 'em every time That shit ain't up for grabs Where you at on the map

I'm on everything Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil' kids is on everything I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed Sober don't interest me Bout to sip the liquor like

Oh I'll be good to you, Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy Man,

Oh my God, I changed You can't say nothin', you can't say nothin' You end up everywhere you say you wasn't Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that's your cousin? I don't do handshakes, that shit disgusts me Oh my God, they still on the same I changed, I

Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels

Supplie ie ies I'll be the wood when you need heat I'll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity Some shit's 'bout to go down I'll be the one with the level head The world can end now Baby, we'll be livin' in The Walkin' Dead 'Cause I got

I don't wanna be famous I just wanna be rich Makeup for my bitch I don't fuck with these niggas Stop pretending and shit 40 Mill with some acres We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you We don't fuck with you 40 mill with some acres

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it