(Yeah) Yeah, you already know we in the bitch, you know what I'm sayin', big tax evasion goin' down
Ayy man, if you're invadin' your taxes this year, put your left hand up in the air right now
Look around, give someone a high five, you know what I'm sayin', we all in this shit together, you feel me (Uh-huh)
Yeah, real trash music goin' on, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, we in this bitch, yeah, we in this bitch
Yeah, we in this bitch and you know we fuckin' lit, uh
What's goin' on?
Yeah, I'm chillin' with my homies and we turnt up
Bitch, we chillin'
Finna pull up to play basketball
Yeah, we hoopin', yeah, we hoopin' at the mall
'Cause you know we fuckin' pulled up and we ballin'
Yeah, we really pulled up and we stallin'
'Cause we like some pretty planes up in the sky, bitch
Yeah, you watchin', know we too fly
And we life up on them jackets, on God
Yeah, we keep on saucin' like a pan, oh my
Yeah, we at the Galleria mall, at the food court
And you know we finna get hella juice, bitch
Yeah, we finna get some, uh, Chick-Fil-A sandwiches and shit
Yeah, we finna get some fries from there
And we finna get a Philly steak cheese with hair in it
'Cause the bitch in the back put hair in it
And she isn't no employee, man, she did me dirty
Yeah, that shit made me hella fuckin' mad, homie
Yeah, that shit made me wanna make a Yelp account
So I pulled up on Yelp and left a bad review
And she fuckin' disappeared like her name was Mewtwo
Yeah, she teleported smooth, try to hit me with a bat
I was like, "Nah, bitch, you know I'ma counter that,"
I'ma-, oh man
I was finna run out of breath but I'm back in this bitch, like a motherfuckin' hit
Man, I feelin' like a lick the way I'm saucin' this shit
With the motherfuckin' khakis on, I'm motherfuckin' fit
Yeah, I got it from Walmart, don't give a shit
Finna-, oh man, I keep zonin' out on the beat 'cause I'm tired then a bitch, man
Man, I need to get some sleep
Man, I need to lay me head on some soft leather sheets
Man, I need to get a pillow and I need to beat my meat
Yeah, I'm on PornHub eight days a week
Just pulled up to page 55, G
Yeah, I'm in this bitch and I'm feelin' like a tree
'Cause the money green, yeah, I'm countin' loose leaf
Just got here and I'm trippin', lose sleep
Finna act up takin' out the noose, B
'Cause I gotta tie all my racks in a row
Had to hide my money, so I gave it to the pope
And I'm at the pasta shop
Yeah, I'm hungry, finna get some veggie pasta
Yeah, I'm chillin', smokin' gas with the rasta
Bitch, I'm feelin' like a lion, Mufasa
Yeah, I told the little bitch, "Move faster"
Gettin' in the way of my motherfuckin' cash run
Yeah, uh, now I'm runnin' out of lyrics
So you know I'm boutta spit trash, you gon' hear it
Really locked up in the booth
Really feelin' like I got a sugar sweet tooth
Pulled up on your bitch, yeah, you know I got the juice
Not talkin' 'bout Powerade
Yes, I'm fly like a brand new fade
Boutta blow up like a live grenade
I don't even try 'cause I know I'm too great
Man, oh man, I just ran out of breath
But I'm still hittin' this shit with-, uh
Let me think real quick, sike
Yeah, I'm pulled a spit real quick on a dyke
Pulled up with that motherfuckin' dick, on sight
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm in the fuckin' light
Yeah, I got my spirit up high, up tight
Fly with the motherfuckin' falcon punch
Yeah, I pulled up, I don't want no lunch
Lunch disrupts the grind and I don't waste time
Yeah, I'm chillin', feelin' like I might see sublime
Pull up with that motherfuckin' ice, see the line, uh
Yeah, man
Oh, yo', IRS, by the way, man
If y'all hear this, this shit in the office, man
I was JK, man, you know what I'm sayin'
Don't pull up on me and audit my shit, you know what I'm sayin'
I got like 52 kids, you feel me
I'm payin' child support for all of 'em
And uhm, cut me some slack, you feel me
But, uh, oh yeah, uhm
Also if any bad bitches wanna pull up on me before World War 3 start, you know what I'm sayin', hit me up on MySpace, you know what I'm sayin', or LinkedIn, you feel me, or like, uh, Local Space, you know what I'm sayin', or you can hit my email, you can hit my fax number, you know what I'm sayin', or like, uh
I don't know, hit me up on PS3, you feel me, uh
My gamertag is "GoTakeNotes", you know what I'm sayin'
Uh, yeah
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