Fruity strand blowing Minute Maid

You ain't finna pay I'm finna skate, X games

Aye keep it quiet, got a bitch I'm testing

20 niggas 20 backies in the section

Life direction more like jetsons

I'm at the Hilton drop the pack off at the Westin

Tell snoop pass the backie

You could play checkers on my baggage

In the field yeah I'm savage we play all-madden

Stack it for the future

I don't have to worry

Nigga I rather shoot ya

Shoot that shot, you nervous

Highlight of my life is highlight of the night

You know i always come alive when chillis on the line

Quick trip, that loosened fosset quick drip

I wish them enemies was outside of my shit

I Keep a stick

I keep a stick

I keep the stick

I am not a lick

I need a money pot that's bottomless

I know that pussy like a gynecologist

She keep the stick

She keep the stick

I'm on it

If you see me, I'm honest

Stay down in the fort like the Alamo

If a nigga want some of them problems he can come on

Nick cannon action, got the 40 with the drum hoe

Heard that bitch gone try to set me up

Yeah she a dumb hoe

Niggas mad at me cause my diamonds gone tumble

I need green like I came up in Humbolt

Niggas snitching so my ears open like dumbo

I told that bitch I’ll trade her for bands and some gumbo

I’m big fam , everything I do is jumbo

CBA, we stay together like a fucking cult

Them heels better look like you bout to run hoe

Run run go run run run go