Ay, ay
Slide to yo' spot with the dread-headed Haitians
Fuck on some hoes at a private location
Roll up a wood, there's 'bout five in rotation
Not 'posed to be high 'cause I'm still on probation
Designer on me, cost an arm and a leg
They won't free my partners, got 'em stuck in the feds
I got an Indian jeweler, Ahmed
I'm in New York, got these lame rappers scared
I'm flyer than a bitch like a witch on a broom
You ain't had to struggle, was fed with a spoon
You walk in the trap and see bricks in the room
Don't walk too far 'cause yo' bitch in my room
Just poured a four in the Canada Dry
If you want the smoke put yo' hand in the sky
I got mo' cake than yo' manager got
My bro went to jail off the pan and the pot
If I'm down too bad then I'm robbin' and chasin'
[?] hoes get the fuck out my face
I'm sittin' in the trap, n***a, copy and pastin'
Gas pack come in the boxes and crates
I get in this bitch and go straight off the dome
Watch how you talk to me, bitch watch yo' tone
FN blue tips rip through yo' bone
He wasn't right so I did his ass wrong
Oh he got some money, you must want a stickin'
You ain't yo' self, n***a go eat a snickers
We'll put two in yo' bay, Derek Fisher
You gotta take risks if you wanna be richer
You do the lovin', we passin' these hoes
I run it up and get cash from these hoes
Fuck the rap shit imma crash for my bros
You come to my city, got 30 for [?]