Yeah, yeah
Jumpin' out the house, racks in my backpack...
For real
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga
When I was young, I wanted to be the ice cream man like Master P
Own some cars that I ain't drove in years and cribs I never sleep (For real)
Beat a bitch down and she won't probably get a text for weeks (She won't)
Beat the block down, right now it's lean and we got 'bows for cheap (For real)
Just saw that bitch in public, used to fuck her, she won't even speak (Ah)
The plug a primo, but you know the chain a Cuban link (My boy)
It costs a kilo and right now we move a few a week (Oh boy)
Niggas broke as fuck (Yeah), niggas broke as hell (A shame)
Who gon' have it in the end (For real)? Only time'll tell (Brrt)
Wholesale right now, I don't need no scale
Clucks, nigga, we ain't got no hoes in this hotel (Uh-uh)
Plug really had more blocks than guidance on some real shit
'Scripts of Oxycontin 'fore they thought about a pill flip
Move them 'bows like Luda, got me flexin' hard like Lex Luger (Come on)
The bag dropped, that's bags of money, now let's thumb through it (Come on)
Presi' white today, but next day I'm in anniversary (Yeah)
Turn blocks to babies, nigga, one day we gon' need a nursery (For real)
I called my plug and told him, "I need them now, it's an emergency" (Yeah)
He said, "Them bitches comin' overnight, just pay the service fee" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gone off a pint, sittin' like a bike on a kickstand
I rock the Daytona, that's a hundred for my wristband (Come on)
I can't even serve you if you grab under a ten pack
Half on the road now, the rest gettin' sent back
Come on
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