[Verse 1]

I'm not a regular nigga, I don't do regular shit

I'ma kick her out my spot if she a regular bitch

If you ain't talking 'bout that money quit that yellin' and shit

Stool pigeon ass niggas always telling some shit

I got hoes walking barefoot on these marble floors

She left her shoes by the door right next to her clothes

Tryna put my dick in that hoe under her nose

And we ain't fucking with no snitches, nah, we don't do those

We pat you down in case you gotta wire under ya clothes

Answer the door wit the snub nose under my robe

I got a 100 round drum, I ain't gotta reload

She tryna fuck for my chips, she won't get my Fritos

Knock on yo' door, blow yo' face off through the peep hole

We see these lames wit they hoes so we came to repo

Don't give no fuck what he said, he ain't scaring me tho'

These niggas know we got more poles than Home Depot

Check my temperature jewelry froze, I'm below zero

These pills got me cocked-eyed lookin' like Debo

I been lookin' for that pussy nigga, he a Nemo

I did my homework and found out where he be tho'

Fuck a hater, dawg, Gucci lens, I don't see those

Got piranhas in the wall, you ain't even see those

Nigga on the table I done shook a half a kilo

I be wrappin' them burritos wit' my amigos

Her head low kissin' dick under the mistletoe

I catch amnesia on a hoe but she remember me tho'

My choppa loud yeah, this bitch sing high C-notes

Winter time, trappin' in the snow, Gucci peacoat

Bag on ya head, kill ya for a 100 seenos

Junkies in the trap, they done smoked a 100 primos

I just hit a lick for 50K at the casino, I'm a bulldog

Babygirl, I'm striped uno

I coulda swore I just seen future, I'm a Pluto

Got hot guns on our waists cuz we just blew those

Sellin' packs on the corner, bitch, I ran through those

Shoot the choppa, this muthafucka kick like Judo

Fuck a doctor, you ain't gone need that, ya casket closed

Talkin' fashion, bitch, I swag in designer clothes

I wonder can you picture me rollin' in that Gallardo

I'm a shooter and I'm a star, I'm a shooting star

Haters tried to tear me apart but they didn't get far

Two .2-3's in my AR, bullets flip yo car

Nigga say you got war wounds I don't see no scars

Blue and white, we go the other way we see those cars

Bitches drool they see my jewels, and they slob on they shoes

I know niggas with something to prove, they got none to lose

I went to school with that tool, boy, you bullying who?

I got dope, rock, weed, I'll sell it to you

Lil' nigga, don't come on the dice

You gamble with ya life, well, that's too bad

Can I get that? Sue's something I like

I ran off with his bitch, now he too mad

Get her from 'round town for that price

Aye, bag on your head like a durag

High speed chase from the vice

Can't keep up with my car 'cause it's too fast

Yeah, I done ran up my price, and now I can buy my bitch a new ass

This expensive pussy tight, got too excited so I nutted too fast

I remember sleeping with the mice

Thirty deep in the hallway shooting dice, that street life

Growing up wasn't nothing nice

Had to use candles when they turned off our house lights

Why did the fuck did you bring a knife to this gun fight?

We hit the studio and stay up the whole night

It ain't no stopping me, I ball like the old Mike

That nigga broke and he ain't putting up no fight, no way

Niggas be too busy watching me, like TMZ

Pussy nigga, I'm the king of rap, just let it be

High notes, bitch, my K sing like Jodeci

Two of y'all catch these 15 bullets a piece

Bitch, I'm dressed in all black, nigga, we on all that

You don't want these problems then fall back

Before you get your skull cracked

Boy in the hood so you might get jacked

But you won't get your ball back

If you get me and these problems, my choppa gon' solve that