See, mama, she raised her a savage Went and took it if I didn't have it See, I can do magic I can get rid of my gun and still beat your ass like your daddy We thirsty, we blitzin' like Madden In traffic with full automatic I'm clutchin' and speedin' while drivin' Left hand on the wheel like I got it Not hidin', how you could not find us? Always muggin', so please do not mind us It's the pills, it's fuckin' our minds up When we flyin', we drip in designer Don't look back, 12 stay behind us Flashbacks of me in them lineups No, I cannot go, I ain't no ho, put the pedal to the floor My life a movie, we shootin' You got a gun, but don't use it The drugs we abuse it, I ain't abusive Beat an opp bitch like she stupid I'm chillin' at Ruth Chris, just me and my new bitch You stressin' and goin' bald Baby, you on that fu' shit Pull over, I think that's him Matter fact, gang, that's them See the one with the fade, got a limp? I thought he was dead, but fuck that shit I want him, I want him, I want him Pull up on 'em, up on 'em, up on 'em I swear that boy is a goner Tried to run, but I got up on 'em Tried to run, but I got up on 'em He need a new kidney, you donate? My shoes by Gucci, you know it You payin' that shit if you owe it My mama's first born, I'm the oldest Huh? What? Bitch, I beat the body, I'm chosenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
