Point em out line em up

I Bet I give them the blues

Ye ain't got to be a psychic to predict that they lose

You just ain't got to be blind I'm sicker than swine flu

Ain't no sanitizing me let me remind you

Put my name in the rap and niggas'll find you

Chopped up in the pacific nigga you shark food

I Got a short fuse, I'm winning this part 2

Smart mouth bitches get treated they shoe size

I'm where amazing happens like one of them hoop guys

NBA demeanor on niggas double my senior

Ballin' is a hobby like a woman extra snobby

But they head be extra sloppy we twist big blunts of broccoli

Blow it in the air for niggas that ain't here

Close our eyes and Think about all of the memories we shared

Hand Guns they spray, like automatics

Make way for them young niggas

Or see their casket

White T's and Khakis still a trap attire

So much smoke in the air need a Humidifier

As we acquire what we desire of drug money

Treat a snitch just like a bitch she get no love from me

Mug on me like the morning time what it do

Or what it brew, coffee colors still riding threw

We Dwell in the house with the marble floors

Elevators ? those

Bucky naked women snortin powder up they nose

? on my foes, Glock 40 feelin sporty

Throw the keys to your bitch

Let her wheel it for me

Niggas will kill for me but i'd rather be the shooter

Introduce a sucker nigga to my lovely bitch Ruger

Who the man? I AM

Turn a note to a grand

Turn the beat into a classic, let em quote what i'm sayin

Fuck women on satin sheets then it's back to the streets

Always strap with my heat in case we happen to meet

Oh yeah I'm hard body no roids, hard body no roids

Looking for a bitch who likes to party with dope boys

Pussy of a Princess, head like a Queen

Seems to be the only thing, fit for a KING

No Prince boss shit, walk up on em won't miss

Show up at your service see your grave and take a piss

Say your grace it's sayonara

Need a ghostwriter boy? I got some shit you can borrow

Cut the check we the best like them niggas in Miami

Still Out here shooting pull the trigger like a hammy

Get ya money stay humble hold your ground never tumble

Stack a bundle for these niggas out here snitching on each other

Gone

Shabazz Holla At Me!

What I say...

Gun Shots, red rum, nigga murder she wrote

Slit a pussy nigga throat cus he bitch and he spoke

To a cracker about some shit that happened here in these streets

Keep your business to your self when you out handling beef

I'm shell shock I'm squeezing without thinking to ask

Let These hollow tips ??? they feet in your ass

Keep my hustle on repeat and never sleep for the cash

Foreign cars by the fleet, hey what you see on that dash?

Buy 2, 20, New money tell me what it feels like

??? tell em niggas get their deal right

Taxes it's a different bracket but the hustle's a must

Stuff them dime sacks up until they damn near bust

I'm thinking a square nigga with emotions involved

Ask a bitch I ever had I got no emotions at all

Just motions that have em open praising me like I'm God

But shiiiit i never love em cus I have no heart

Keep your pussy i'd rather to take a dip in your mind

If I like what I find you get dick in due time

You get dick 2 times, a day if your late

Just a lil longer let me love you til the morning

Then you see the dough like you made a appointment

Still flow poison sleeker than some ointment

Kill all the bullshit, fuck you with a pool stick

Bet This Big tool it make a hot boy cool it

Dope boy music, chevy yeah a boxed one

Aviator glasses like I'm Tom Cruise from Top Gun

Shot gun shot gun your bitches ride shot gun

Say she like dick boy and you ain't really got none

Pistol gotta pop some

Twice if they had those

Jack moves kick those, all for the love of dough

A Billion