How you put that on god bitch you going straight to hell
I just made another play send pounds right through the mail
Rocking one of one pieces but nun my shit for sale
If you want it yeah I got you could hit me on my cell
Double back come out ballin' must've thought I'm Jeremy Lin
Better look the other way only god could judge my sins
I get money like I'm Birdie imma shoot above the rim
I was to taught to be a player bitch my uncle was a pimp
Fuck it up, they kill you if you giving mean mugs,
Marnis with a robe with a mouth full of slugs
Needa re-up conversations with the plug
Hands on my dick like a Michael Jackson glove
I'm complicated lovin' me is not simple
Be up front I'm tired of tryna find symbols
On the front lines you Malcolm in the middle
I don't know who to trust keep my head on a swivel
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
I'm a go getter huh never been the type to beg
Get your girl off my dick she been tryna give me head
I can't eat unless I'm high I wake up and take my meds
Want 50 cent cakes got a dollar break bread
I want war but god knows that I'm tripping yeah
I need peace, chainsmoke back to back home wit purple like I'm pimp c
Dwell on my past I got dementia I ain' feel grief
Sneak diss me you a pussy you don't want beef
Bread butter sugar we was hungry wanted sum sweet
I see when you down and you out you get no sleep
Have a light flex on the feet sum discrete
I was writing raps on the block in the back streets
Chain swang 20 inch rims bitch you can't hang
Fuck fame hands out the window like we gang bang
Woodgrain fo fo tippin smoking propane
No name turned cold case they can't explain
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
How you put that on god bitch you going straight to hell
I just made another play send pounds right through the mail
Rocking one of one pieces but nun my shit for sale
If you want it yeah I got you could hit me on my cell
Double back come out ballin' must've thought I'm Jeremy Lin
Better look the other way only god could judge my sins
I get money like I'm Birdie imma shoot above the rim
I was to taught to be a player bitch my uncle was a pimp
Fuck it up, they kill you if you giving mean mugs,
Marnis with a robe with a mouth full of slugs
Needa re-up conversations with the plug
Hands on my dick like a Michael Jackson glove
I'm complicated lovin' me is not simple
Be up front I'm tired of tryna find symbols
On the front lines you Malcolm in the middle
I don't know who to trust keep my head on a swivel
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
I'm a go getter huh never been the type to beg
Get your girl off my dick she been tryna give me head
I can't eat unless I'm high I wake up and take my meds
Want 50 cent cakes got a dollar break bread
I want war but god knows that I'm tripping yeah
I need peace, chainsmoke back to back home wit purple like I'm pimp c
Dwell on my past I got dementia I ain' feel grief
Sneak diss me you a pussy you don't want beef
Bread butter sugar we was hungry wanted sum sweet
I see when you down and you out you get no sleep
Have a light flex on the feet sum discrete
I was writing raps on the block in the back streets
Chain swang 20 inch rims bitch you can't hang
Fuck fame hands out the window like we gang bang
Woodgrain fo fo tippin smoking propane
No name turned cold case they can't explain
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
How you put that on god bitch you going straight to hell
I just made another play send pounds right through the mail
Rocking one of one pieces but nun my shit for sale
If you want it yeah I got you could hit me on my cell
Double back come out ballin' must've thought I'm Jeremy Lin
Better look the other way only god could judge my sins
I get money like I'm Birdie imma shoot above the rim
I was to taught to be a player bitch my uncle was a pimp
Fuck it up, they kill you if you giving mean mugs,
Marnis with a robe with a mouth full of slugs
Needa re-up conversations with the plug
Hands on my dick like a Michael Jackson glove
I'm complicated lovin' me is not simple
Be up front I'm tired of tryna find symbols
On the front lines you Malcolm in the middle
I don't know who to trust keep my head on a swivel
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
I'm a go getter huh never been the type to beg
Get your girl off my dick she been tryna give me head
I can't eat unless I'm high I wake up and take my meds
Want 50 cent cakes got a dollar break bread
I want war but god knows that I'm tripping yeah
I need peace, chainsmoke back to back home wit purple like I'm pimp c
Dwell on my past I got dementia I ain' feel grief
Sneak diss me you a pussy you don't want beef
Bread butter sugar we was hungry wanted sum sweet
I see when you down and you out you get no sleep
Have a light flex on the feet sum discrete
I was writing raps on the block in the back streets
Chain swang 20 inch rims bitch you can't hang
Fuck fame hands out the window like we gang bang
Woodgrain fo fo tippin smoking propane
No name turned cold case they can't explain
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
In this bitch yeah I'm tryna get crunk
Hit em in the chest now he got a tummy tuck