Choppa hit six-nine, it look like T. Smith. Was in the club, yup. Lookin' for a freak, bitch

A cold hoe told me she don't even need **** A bozo, he did not bring the team with him

While the gang pullin' up in Rolls Royces Fake crazy talkin' bout he hearin' voices

We talkin' perpetuity over oysters Thought he was slick, now his head off his shoulders

I rep the mob except I blessed myself in It never be the same nope since I stepped in

And we can fuck the same hoe, I say we both win Most of em pass arounds, let it sink in

Ain't no one to call on just me, I gotta turn up Drop after drop, put this Glock to your sternum

Ride yeah for mine bullshit, don't concern em' The day I found I could get paid off this journal

My bad, I hit turbo, I need crib with the urinal I'ma put the work in and stretch cause I earned it

Put the pen down, got the money and I burned it Going senile, We caught the boy up in Gurnee

Choppa hit six-nine, it look like T. Smith. Was in the club, yup. Lookin' for a freak, bitch

A cold hoe told me she don't even need **** A bozo, he did not bring the team with him

While the gang pullin' up in Rolls Royces Fake crazy talkin' bout he hearin' voices

We talkin' perpetuity over oysters Thought he was slick, now his head off his shoulders