Knowing I'm a look Cool in them Black and white pictures When they talk about Underground rappers Gettin high and making history I'm sick and tired these niggaz Claiming they as sick as me They lying I checked your chart Your file saying you soft Something fishy ho nigga You more bass then boss Off the boat small fries And store a ways get toss Can't party on the shore with us fool Get your floaters up kitty pool nigga's Ain't really that cool Can't farther these moves You need more expensive shoes Working out smoking strong On a week long cruise Bomb fire with theses bitches Singing songs to the moon To high to judge Call my ex bitch that did foul shit Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge Back shot revenge style Ain't no love light gro roll up after a quick scrub Cover my trace don't let my bitch know where I was Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit Same as my old G's but I put the Jets in the mix Classic like Eddie Murphy SNL skits Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print On my flint 13's no retro 3m reflective Ya bitch tight reckless and my DM'S sexting tryna see him Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company I'm billing on of them hundred I know that's why you want me success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me... yea... yea jet life... [fading out]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
