Spark that wood up my nigga
Uppin' that fye' (Grr', grr')
You in the last place (Skrt')
They can't keep up the pace (Gas)
The groupies gon' chase (Ayeeee')
Then we up on the opps' (Bop, bop, bop)
Just be fuckin' on thots (Not)
Till I make it on top (Yuh')
Got V-V's for rocks (Ice)
I don't do the talk (Nah')
I limp when I walk (Walk)
We slide on yo' block (Skrt')
They know that I'm locked (Locked)
Get knocked out they socks (Damn)
Got icebergs on top (Yeah)
So I pop me a xanny like it's a cough drop (Sick)
I'm dropping the top (Dropped)
And you will get mopped (Grr')
Be fuckin' wit cops (Nah')
And I got one on top (On me)
Yeah, she right beside me
Yeah, we cannot flop (Nah')
All of these drugs got me dead
But my body won't rot (Nah')
But I never got caught (Nah')
Yeah, I'll never go talk (No)
And I put that on pops' (Ouu')
Yeah, my flow is too cold
So I keep it on lock (Cold)
For no mount' of guap' (No)
Yeah, I'm doing a lot (Yeah)
I'm too blunt for a lot (Blunt)
I could bang wit my opps'
Uppin' that fye' (Grr', grr')
You in the last place (Skrt')
They can't keep up the pace (Gas)
The groupies gon' chase (Ayeeee')
Ain't fuck wit' ya' vibes (Hey)
I don't say goodbyes (Hey)
They talk n' they lie (No)
Come see what you find (See)
Cause' I'm up in the sky (Sky)
She loving the way that I grip on her thighs (Ouu)
I done fucked on that bitch
But she actin' too shy (Why?)
I'm just catching flights (Fly)
Yeah, it's fresh off the vine (Vines)
Done smoked all ya' homies
But they killers alive (No)
Just sit there n cry (Oh)
How you gone claim you a gangster, but you ain't be putting in work? (Aye')
How you gone claim you a hitter, but you ain't got nobody marked? (Aye')
I swear to God, all of them birds (K)
These niggas be snitching
So fuck what you heard (Hey)
Yeah, Ima' keep it ten toes
If I catch me a murder (Facts)
You ain't no one I've heard of (Facts)
We hitting that circle (Max)
They be geeked out like Urkle (Pack)
But like my Glock hit for certain (Gat')
It came it wit the curtains (Cap)
Bitch, I don't do no flirting (Mack)
If you want that new Birkin (Back)
If I give you my perkies' (Shmack')
You could talk allot shit
But bitch, who is you hurting? (Ha')
Uppin' that fye' (Grr', grr')
You in the last place (Skrt')
They can't keep up the pace (Gas)
The groupies gon' chase (Ayeeee')
Uppin' that fye' (Grr', grr')
You in the last place (Skrt')
They can't keep up the pace (Gas)
The groupies gon' chase (Ayeeee')