Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigger, I don't fuck with new niggas
I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm

I got animal all in my flow

Take your shoes off at the door

Niggas feed these bitch's lies, nigga don't food poison my ho

I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store

My nigga's like Kanye with that good

My nigga's like Lou Rawls with that blow

Niggas sayin they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke

I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke

I saw yo' bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go

Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know

Nigga's be trippin' over these ho's, I done came too far to get close

I've been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf

If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat

Nigga's be lukewarm at the most

And when I'm through ballin' I coach

Shout out to my nigga Mac

Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost

I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a tombstone if I wrote it

Tunechi



My kids already rich and they don't even know

These nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored

My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke

Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga

Uh

My cologne illegal in nine countries

I found a way like it was hiding from me

Yeah, my weed good, my sex better

Bitch, don't text me no long letters

I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob

Most of these ho's ain't got no job

And these nigga's goin' buy em' everything

You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed

I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut

Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug

And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums

I woke up this morning, dick rock hard

Dick harder than a armadilla'

MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my nigga's

Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions

If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot

Let me write this bitch a parking ticket

Ain't got time for love life

All I know is get paid

I'm high like Bonjour

Twisted like french braids

I got my own shoes, SLIME

T, I feel like MJ

I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead

Uh

I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know

I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her

Yeah

Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's, you already know us

I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise

Yeah

Pass that weed to the next nigga

Blunt longer than a tongue twista

Ho's want this scud missile

I'mma ball, like Crystal

Lil Tunchi league, young sex pistol

New money, no wrinkles

I'm hard headed, Ocho

Dedication Cinco

Uh



What up 5?

Rocko fuck with me!

Yeah!

Future fuck with me!

Yeah!

T, I feel like MJ

I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead

5!