[Verse 1]

Mommas oldest, dads brightest

But youngin still thugging

What was it that bad guidance

Love him he's God gift

Though they hate it, I love it

It make me drive faster

They won't catch the F50 Ferrari

I got on Ferrari glasses

Mashing through New Orleans like it's Cali

I'm just trying to keep up with the fashions

Got my music blasting

Televisions flashing

I'm watching The Passion

Me, I get my hot box game up when I flame up

Shame lil niggas at the red light change up

See everyone was around when I was down

Now it's lonely at the top since I came up

Look up, they trying to look me up and hook up look

I ain't got a nose for your boogers, I'm sugar

That mean I'm good, if you is, I'm gooder

Should've, would've, could've, but you didn't, cocksucker

This is that old south I'm talking with that old slang

Pushing that new thing, shitting on my old hoes

Pissing off my old homies

The game is fair but it's cold, get your winter garments

Still can't warm it

See I'm a break from the norm

My LA girls they say I'm so bomb, they eat tofu

The 40/40 on a special day

Them cheap niggas I'll still slide 500 to Desiree

I talk shit and I don't never hate

'Cause I would forklift whoever face

See, I ain't rich yet

Oh, but I'm ballin' now and that get your bitch wet

We just trying to see how many dicks she can bench press

See, I'm a business

Dogs, I'm a bitchness

I ain't a rest haven, I let the rest save them

Mack Maine hit me with the trap game

Now I'm having second thoughts about the fucking rap game

Hold up

[Verse 2]

Tez

Please get on my schedule let them know that I'm open

Pick a day when I'm free and put "beef"

C'mon, let them know I'm hoping they tripping

We could get it in motion you get to know physics

Leaving them in the ocean with pistols dripping

With all these bannana clips and we ain't slipping

Foggy behind the tints, good grief

So you blow o's of the leaf, I blow a wreathe

Sheesh, Great Scott, is he a theif?

It seems like he got a mouth full of gold teeth

Chyea, shout out to Cee Lo Green

Young Money, we know green

Spitta say you no crazy

We got shit that you don't need

That's my nigga, he fly, so now he keep me fly

And all the talk in the streets 'bout us is we be fly

My bitch be asking why I don't go suit and tie

Because they put that on you when you die