[Produced By Ducko Mcfli]
[Verse 1]
Take a picture, look, I'm picture perfect
Model bitches say I make em nervous
Got em itching, tryna scratch the surface
If they hating, give em pistol service, ooh
Niggas 21, keep a 32
2Pac popping how a nigga got the juice
Tried to bite my shit nigga, you might fuck around and lose a tooth
Locked in, I mean like Mandela boxed in
Just tryna make the top ten and I ain’t stopping
Till my lung collapse and just dropping
I’m bout it boy, if you not then
Me and you are not friends
And if you are, fuck the hardy har har, get it popping
Let’s get it popping, cause you know what I got man
[Hook]
Just got me a check, ran through it all then I got it right back
Just got me a pack, smoked it all then I got it right back
Lose it all, nigga get it right back
Ain’t nothing, ain’t nothing motherfuckers, we can get it right back
[Verse 2]
They sick to their stomachs, their stock starts to plummet
As soon as I come in, I feel like money
YSL and a whole bunch marijuana
No, I’m still not telling your honor
I protect my karma, I’m on to the T
My nines, they my brother, they always with me
Rolling up Ls, smoking the fee
Get it right back, run through it in a week
But we never trip, this is all that we think
This is all that we know, for as hard as we go
This the song that we sing
This the song that we think
I say we never trip, this is all that we think
This is all that we know cause as hard as we go
This the song that we sing, sing this shit with me!