Leather jacket relaxing

These movie scenes I’m acting

These rappers attract some massive play

Another bad b**ch

Fully smoking locamotive ni**a f**k a

In the club celebrating cause I’m so promoted

Is it a fire Cause the crowd is smoking

Big Will she off a pill: rollin

You know a country ni**a hungry

Waffle house Open

But they too broke to pay their bills

So they’re freeloading

But it’s cool sit down

You know that ni**a there Yell his name

Chris Brown

His chain’s so ugly that it makes a b**ch frown

I’m serving all these niggas

But who ordered hash browns

Ni**a I be like: yeah I got the check

And I just paid your bills so yes

I want some sex

Hah But first can I kiss your neck

And I’mma work you out

So you ain’t gotta stretch

Holla Let me slow up

Impregnate your beat I make that b**ch blow up

I eat all I can eat

Until a ni**a throw up

I tell that DJ “ay Pull up pull up”

Man I’m so sick of these lame motherf**kas

A nigga’s still shitting on the game motherf**ka

Old niggas at the world trade muthaf**kas

Y’all niggas still being the same muthaf**kas

Who else dawg

Let me go in and I count more ends

My tints 11 your friends in my Benz

The engine on that Viper 220

And it’s green in the trunk but that’s new money

Watch: Frank Mueller my Ruger

Cut that sh*t – fire I just shot my jeweler

Another hundred racks just to make my chain a cooler

Off that loco out of my medulla

Wow I be seeing dead people

Dead prezzies my besties

We are not equal How you get the big picture

Looking from a peephole

My real niggas in the back like

“He ain’t talking to me tho ”

I know you mad because I afford it

TMZ I’m wiping my a** so stop recording

Supposedly a singer can’t do hip-hop

But I just killed this sh*t so let the

Sh*t rock