Outro

I just call my homie and he said he got a lick

He said he know a pussy **** with a hundred bricks

So we gon' ride up on 'em, slide up on 'em wit' them sticks

Finna pop up at his crib like a fuckin' magic trick

Hocus pocus, to the safe like you ace, ****, open focus

But this ain't Calvin, ****, ridin' like a locomotive

Where the cash at? Show me where your stash at

Before I let the 40 air ya out and leave that ass flat

Pussy ass ****, man, it's tax season

Make a move, and this mothafuckin' MAC squeezin'

Act decent, bet them hollows leave your back leakin'

**** searchin' for the coca like we crack fiendin'

I got a hundred killas on my team

Young **** gettin' greasier than Vaseline

Had a dream, Im'a chase it with this MAC machine

Put a **** on the cover of a magazine

Home invasion, newspaper got a man down

Hold this **** legs, Im'a tie his hands down

Let 'em taste it just to know that we ain't playin' round

He ain't gotta get up on your knees, **** head down

Blocka, you fuckin' with a shotta

I'm bangin' 2Pac, my ambition as a ridah

I got the oowop, try and get it for my mama

And we gon' flush everything if them boys get behind us

'Cause we ain't comin' home, I'm in another zone

Ride with my dawgs, we just want another bone

I got another lick so I got another chrome

I ain't gettin' to the money, ****, then there's somethin' wrong