I be posted in the stone, with the shine
Lil nigga watch your mouth, you say something crazy, boy you lost your mind
You bout to get hit with more than a nine
You bout to get hit more in your spine
Come in this bitch trippin, I ain't got the time
Y'all flexing real money, bitch I got chime
My momma like baby you a real rockstar
I'm smoking good gas in the lobby, this shit here came from the Akbar's
Passing gas, I'm an all-time assist star
Hella mags, What you wanna hit for?
Maybe to somebody else I ain't going for it
I walked in wearing all black, all them bitches like oh lord
See a mirror, take a shot, I'm a real deal O.P.I. boy
Crazy clothes, boy this shit in a different voice
E.P.T.M strap, boy this shit from Illinois
Had to get rid of shawty, she was getting annoying
Tell niggas get a job, boy they're shit say unemployment
Keep it cool, keep it bool
And soon as you try this shit, you get removed
I'm in the dope of the whole, that's where I get in my mood
We got the weed, percs and gambean, What you want foo?
You Westboast or Easboast, What's your food?
He f*cked up, now he gotta get dipped like food
They don't remember what they said about lil sko, I guess that's all news
Like baby I got somethin to prove, zot be my fuel
Pushing fast cars like The Crew 2
I know some niggas smack and put on YouTube
Hella sticks like we got this shit here from Groot