| Your bitch is a gunner
|
| Ride foreigns in the summer
|
| Pop pills, smoke weed
|
| I’m the plug with the drugs, I got what you need
|
| Big rims on Tuxs
|
| Ran off on the plug, yeah he outta luck
|
| A dose, shut the lights
|
| I done dodged fast cars yeah I’m runnin' lights
|
| Highspeed, Hellcat
|
| Hell nah, hella nah ain’t no catchin' that
|
| Fuck your bitch from the back
|
| Hell naw, I ain’t want her you can have her back
|
| Forgiatos mounted up
|
| Check a big bag of money then I count it up
|
| Homicides, zip 'em up
|
| He ain’t breathin' tell the coroners go and pick 'em up
|
| Pull up, slide doors
|
| Blue strips, open doors
|
| Designer drugs, designer clothes
|
| Designer hoes, designer coats
|
| New whips, pigeon toe
|
| New ice, rose gold
|
| New price, show sold
|
| Bankrolls don’t fold
|
| Rocks, blows, we sell doughs
|
| So strong make a junkie itch blow
|
| Water whippin', I broke the stove
|
| Now I got dope residue all on my clothes
|
| Red bottoms, Gucci shoes we rock Louis too
|
| You a killer, April Fools
|
| Nigga get this shit confused you gon' make the news
|
| Dealerships, foreign whips |
| Cash out, poker chips
|
| Thick bitch, mean walk
|
| Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk
|
| These niggas all talk
|
| Hit the mall fuck it off, fuck what I brought
|
| These niggas throw salt
|
| They just made cause they broke, ain’t my fault
|
| Follow the trails, I’m drippin' sauce
|
| Leg hangin' out the car cause my doors off
|
| He off lean, he dosed off
|
| He ain’t see me comin' with that Mossberg sawed off
|
| Poppin' pills let me be great
|
| Got a bad bitch and she on Section 8
|
| Pappadeaux and steak
|
| Tipped the waitress a hundred told her bring my plate
|
| Presidential, Obama
|
| Naw not the president I’m talkin' marijuana
|
| My eyes low off, I’m high off ganja
|
| Dawg changed, I can’t see you call me Stevie Wonder
|
| In the strip club throwin' ones
|
| I’m standin' on the bar, showin' out
|
| These Gucci shoes ain’t comin' out
|
| Donuts, burnt outs
|
| Nascar, fast car watch the engine 'bout
|
| See a lame point 'em out
|
| My homie tweakin' off the shit, he’ll knock 'em out
|
| Your time is runnin' out
|
| We’ll turn a nigga house to a haunted house
|
| I get it by the large amout |
| I hit my plug for the drugs if I’m runnin' out |