[Verse: 1] I'm high and my home girl tryn kick it Like two ninjas getting new slippers on christmas In a craddle of wrappin paper I was born gifted A grounded person though a nigga all kind lifted I'm on da road I done seen all kinda bitches When I come home my girl actin all kinda suspicious But won't leave me lone All she want is a little attention Is that so wrong So I said I be back in a minute But she know I won't I'm partially caught up in the game My name constantly being brought up They throwin slangs These hoes puttin me under the scope Thats aim I know I reverse that She going in her purse church mane I'm throwback I take it where it was at first mane That live nigga rap Wings on that B I'm sittin in the back I got yo bitch mine Her head in my lap I'm twistin up dat lime
[Hook: x2] My chain way heavy My weed way smelly Wood wheels in my chevy Ain't shit that you can tell me I'm countin up my fetti I'm ignorin my celly Them hoes all one me but I'm off dat already now... Them hoes all one me but I'm off dat already now...
[Verse: 2] We can take it back to Air Max 95 If you wan start actin like you live Jive asses was neva outside I seen it first hand Minimal dirt on my fingers was the game plan Now its ten thousand dollar bank bands Jet Life it pays man Underground rap Put a big house on top that land They said I wouldn't do it now they understand That I had already done it Coulda been a super radio smash but I didn't want it I rather play the cut stay 100 Papered up in a opera house Sneakin bong hits until they put us out (This...Bitch)
[Hook: x4]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
