| Get in the car, hittin' the dope, gettin' the coat, aye, lil nigga, |
| hit the floor |
| I’m smokin' dope, movin' slow, or movin' fast, man I don’t really know |
| Got a hard head, gettin' the Glock, 30 shots, lumberjacks, split it open |
| Get your thot, she is got, she will not nonstop feelin' on me |
| Ridin' 'round us, It’s goin' down, it’s goin' up, these fuck niggas know what’s |
| up |
| It’s goin' 'round it’s goin' out, it’s goin' in, goin' in to finish up |
| The bands is up, money’s up, bitch is up, nigga put your feelings up |
| This dealer will hit ya up, up and down, cylinder |
| Bitch came in my mansion, she trippin', she in my pantry |
| I see why she got cavities, she say she want some candy |
| I got dozens of eggs, that’s got dozens of yolk, you hear me |
| Come through like it’s Halloween, sendin' eggs all down your chimney |
| I thought it was Christmas, got your mistress wrapped up |
| You think that I’m kiddin'? round of applause, get clapped up |
| Like I want the roll soo bad, get on the spot and not act up |
| Sosa tsunami jump out on your block now it’s cracked up |
| You’s a candle, I’m a l& |
| Where’s the cane? I’m a pimp |
| Where’s the space? I’m claustrophobic |
| Move out the lane cause I am bowlin' |
| Dribble dribble, I am ballin' |
| Shitty nigga, he’s a staller |
| Doggystyle, she bendin' over |
| She let me fuck and I didn’t even know her |
| Smokin' big ass blunts the size of my fist |
| Not runnin', but I have your keys |
| I’m drivin', better have your gas |
| I’m eatin' better, how your teeth? |
| 80 inch TV fell on me, I think I got the devil on me |
| But I got the lord on me, fuck these niggas that’s bloodin' on me |
| When you see me on your TV speek |
| Everytime they see Keef he eatin' |
| I treat the hood of my car, like a seat |
| I treat your hood and your block like the sea |
| You think that you’s a shark, but you’s a goldfish |
| Boy ya ass a parrot, get your nose hit |
| I’m somethin' like pull some water and a wall switch |
| You think I got halitosis how I talk shit |
| You would think I ain’t got no car how I’m walkin' |
| This dog got me livin', I should bark it |
| Get yourself in order and I’m on my law shit |
| Ya get it? Law &Order investigatin' niggas that talk shit |