Momma should've told you it'd
It's just a tale from the crip
I'm tryna make a million dollars
Keep it hood while crossing
I need a foreign baby momma to
Ramona Park made me from scratch
A lot of lotto picks lost inside
I be the underdog Bullet hit his fore
it exit out his under arm
Ain't nobody bigger than my hood,
Baby- mama killer, you offended,
Stretchy doing federal time for
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine,
Shawty, I be swimming with sharks,
your posse full of prawns
Pistols rip his body apart,
now he afraid of dark alleyways
Niggas better listen when the pastor say
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
It's Golf on that- , bitch,
it's Golf on that ball cap
Troops got the group nationwide
Peanut butter to paisley,
In the different color McGrady's, that
Now my fist full of spliffs and the
Bitches grip the stick and jerky like cold
they chances in the evening
On my momma I been limiting my features,
filling swishers up with reefer
Bitch, it's difficult to beat
and we don't hit the streets passive
That nig ga Sweaty got the gas
and Shreddy K brought the matches
Pitch your body in the water like a Lipton
Switch to different fucking whip to let
them piggies speed past him
It's the rats, try and get the cheese
What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
Call me Lou, if I'm on the track,
Niggas want to fade me, bitches feel
50's in my pocket falling out like
Vince be with the rocket,
he gone pop it when it's danger round
Fingertips to tapers, now,
salute us when you face us
Give a fuck about the moves all
these loser niggas making now
