LYRICS
Let’s get ****ed up
On the road to riches you’re just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
We smoke a tree down til it’s just a tree stump
That Eastside nigga, bang on you b*****s
I’m going at your neck strangle you b*****s
Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass b*****s
And I stay burned out like a bad transmission
I’m on, like the lights I lights up
The kush, knocked out, Tyson fight
I’m talking about ass and t*****s
Sex and the City
Weezy F Baby and the F is for “forget it”
I’m loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
Up and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein
Young Money mother****er, yeah we picked the fine time
I was 17, nigga. b***h, I don’t mind a dime
And I just ended up on every b***h’s shit list
Genie in the bottle, get a mutha****in death wish
Thugga in this b***h, he say **** y’all niggas
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga
Let Nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
Yeah I keep the Brian Pumper, no homo
The shit I’m on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on my skateboard
Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
Got behind her like a shadow
I had her ass up in the air
I swear I got, I swear I got the largest clip up in the world
Right here in my Gat
And I wish a nigga play
I’ma bust a nigga ass
Hate Young Money? Then **** you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gon’ ball
Til we fall. And this **** all y’all
Ball til we fall. And this **** all y’all
We straight, sorry for the wait