Stepped in, balling
N***as wish that they could
Uh, still here screaming out
"Don't step on my Bougs"
I'll bring the 'matic, go shoob
Bruck out in this dance
Take a brudda for good
Night night, we still roll around
Ask them n***as "what's good?"
(What's good, blud?
We're just grieving
Do you mind?)
Doing man good
Wish a man would
OTB like Death Row
And Big [?] is like Suge
Skizzy like Snoop
All you bitch n***as shook
But man is like Pac
Right now, they loving my raps
Thug life, check out the tats
And you know I don't fuck with no rats
Snitch boys
All you little pussyholes deserve to get blam
Anyway, fuck that
Real n***a's back, now this shit is a wrap
Tell the plug that I need more bricks
He the one that sponsor my vids
And that new whip
Soon cop me a new wrist
Big money, Switzerland shit
I've got this n***a's bitch on me
Come here, come sit on this dick
Ayy, I'm insane in the brain
I make the 'matic go flame
Bitch n***a, stay in your lane
Young, but I act like my age
What the fuck is man saying?
I said you a n***a like I'm a n***a
But we ain't the same
Ayy, you ain't moved no class A
You pussies probably still shot grade
Fucker, get the fuck out my face
What I'm on, you can't even partake
Peasant, you can't even parlay
Oh, [?] so immaculate
Look at her style, look at her smile
And she got a back with it
Everybody want her
I gotta roll with my strap and shit
Try it
Man'll blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap
(Don't try and move to my ting)
Voice so sweet
Come like she speaking the melody
I can't lie
I love it when she holla me
All the way up in the States
And she don't even bother me
I told her when I touch back
I'm gonna take her on a shopping spree
Oh, baby went and copped some bags
Daddy went and copped some swag
Oops, I mean a brand new Jag
Brand new wrist, n***a, check the tag
Got her ex-man pissed
Introduced her to the life
Now she realised them other little n***as ain't shit
(Say it with your chest, n***a)
Introduced her to the life
Now she realised them other little n***as just pricks
(Now and she thought they was bad, huh?)
Took these n***as' money, they ain't holding no chips (nope)
These n***as make me sick
Fuck it, let me roll up my spliff
Just got a shot for some whiff
Now my brain's on some whole next shit
About time I done copped me a crib
Thinking 'bout my son like
When he gets older, I'ma buy him shit
Better yet
I've gotta [?]
Look at this life I'm living
All my diamonds glistening
Looking like a man on a mission, hands on the mitten
Mittens on Smith &
Both hands on the shh
Come get yourself written (off)
If I ain't got the smoke, I'll dip him
If I ain't got the smoke, I'll dip him
(Wet him up
I warned you
Happy Halloween, you suckers)