[Verse]

God damn it's a dick car

Like it's football, niggas gone get picked off

Uber when picked up that bitch, I dropped that bitch off

I found out she prostituting, smack that bitch boss

Got all my diamonds here, have a hoe hypnotize

I'm always down to ride, UPS freight truck in disguise

I ain't playing fair, I should get penalize

I got this 50 on me, clip was born in 65 (69!)

I got yo bitch here, you in my rear view mirror

What you spying on that bitch? Boy she can get you killed

I'm at the top though, bitch I live here

You tryna find me? I'm eating prolly, out getting mils

Like a record label, nigga I'm giving deals

All this ice on me, got yo bitch getting chills

She said she's anemic I really couldn't tell

Got yo bitch out her clothes, top was good as hell

Nigga what's squad car? You little fuck niggas topless

What's in my chopper? It's numbers, knock ya brains down 'til ya promise

Do you want ya shoes fixed? I'm a cobbler, only thing don't like is numbers

Shells eat a nigga like peach cobbler like today's Thanksgiving

Yeah I got my hardy we can rumble nigga

Like The Hardy Boyz, lot of jumping

Put a whole in ya skull, Ed Hardy nigga

I got double on the scope, it's a party nigga

God damn it's a squad car

This K Patriotic, call this shit Peyton Manning

This life I live, it is hard knock

I got that Rain Forest Cafe, I got that Hard Rock

Bullets go through hard rocks, shit like casinos

I found out you gambling my money, I'm beating bones

She really is a fan, I'm on her ringtone

Don't need no radio, bring the Glock, bitch we sing songs

No dilemmas, I ain't Nelly

Yeah I'm rollin', I ain't Kelly

Who shot you? bitch I ain't telling

Prolly me, I ain't scary

Coppers come and get Chief So, straight face, bitch I ain't nervous

What's up in my Glock? 5-0, jack a nigga I ain't Curtis

I'm a rambler, pistol shooter, damager

Bands to ya face the movement, take this shot camera ya

I'm always eating food, I'm woke I don't snooze

Now I ain't lacking bitch, do you have fun or do ya

Do I look sober to ya? I'm off embalming fluid

This cash I'm running through it, this money thumbing through it

Me, goddamn it's the dumb hoes

These hoes don't like the shells on me, they want ya rumble