[Verse] Bad bitch from the east side, got face tats Caught a flight to the west, nigga, drove weight back Pop a seal on some Hi-Tech, throw and eight back Got more gas than the service pump at the racetrack Vice slowed on the road, nigga had to shake that Got more steers than queers, shot over to Bankhead Had to transport a thousand pieces, I done got a truck there Growin' up in the 'jects, we was sleepin' on bunk beds Always give a nigga migraines and then gray hairs White collar, file tax returns on green days Trap hard, then invest the money in some trial spots Bad bitch from the south side, gave her back shots Bird? Shit, I made a hundred twenty from a laptop Take some of the money down there, came sharp I ain't Tarantino, but I got big guwop Hell nah, nobody's brother, ain't gotta be nice Called Chris, told him hurry up, flip my white They tried to kick the door in, fucked around and caught a face shot Took the fifty that I made, soon started a grow op I be walkin' inside the trial spot, make sure the door locked Had to grow it all electric 'cause it's cold out I ain't signed a deal yet, dog, I'ma hold out I just did a show in Knoxville, it was sold out I ain't tryin' these shiesty niggas, there ain't no doubt Take from me so they can give to them for a four pound White collar, got a operation, got a bank statement This nigga tried to serve me, but ain't made for that Dropped nine on my home, it's where I lay at Walkin' out the front door, a nigga had to stay strapped Nephew take a loan, never got paid back Never told a nigga no when they need somethin' If he ain't got a little street money, he don't mean nothin' Right now, I'm on a fattenin', can't eat nothin' Fucked three times, little mama just keep callin' Tyin' up my career for weed moneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
