[Intro]
Okay, okay, yeah
What's she lookin'-
Alright, alright, alright
Okay, yeah
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
She lookin' broke, put a rack on her (Yeah, yeah)
She lookin' broke, put a bag on her
If she wouldn't of fucked up, she would of had more, hm
Okay

[Verse]
She lookin' broke, put a bag on her
If she wouldn't of fucked up, she would of had more
Should've put some water on, it could of had more
Poured a sixth out the pint, could've had more
Fucked her on a port to rest up, you should've had more
Baby better look just like me, or I'mma adds ignorin'
You don't wanna live like me, this a bad story
Nеver had my hand out, this a bad story
I wasn't even fifteen yеt but had forty
Got the DX that look like a nine, but shoot forty
I'm in the XD, you know the chrome joint come lemon squeeze
I'm squeezin' for a n***a top spot, ain't no tryin' me
Your excuse, you prolly be on my step, but why you hidin' me
I can pour a drank until we can't drank, got her knockin' knees
The first bed a n***a laid on was a boxspring
I was the hottest in the hood, but only hot from servin' hot fiends
Jumpin' out the chrome sack in order to get the car clean
Should've put a six up on this bitch to make the kerosene
W-W-White clothes off the white loads, n***a starch clean
We done smoke an awful amount of space, bought a starter ring
Headshot from the back, soon as the car leaves
Some more hoes tryna eat me up, it's all the barbering
They done let me in the streets, ain't no denyin' me
You don't-, You don't
Want no drug traffic where you been, then why you 'round me?
It's a lot that you could say but couldn't down me
You ain't down to share yo' piece of cake, then why you 'round me?
(Down to share yo' piece of cake, then why you 'round me?)
(You ain't down to share yo' piece of cake, then why you 'round me?)
You ain't down to share yo' piece of cake?
Must forgot that this the jungle, n***as takin' plates
O-O-Over somethin' that you could just say was nothin'
Murders take place
Shit could easily get out of line, better stay straight
Better put yo' pass on, n***a, play safe
They givin' headstones out early for who can't wait (Bow, shit)
Drivin' over speedbumps to lead the complex
I can't tell you what my hands in, you know it's complex
Down to do some dirt by myself without the comrades
You never have yo' ass around here, 'cause you 'on confess
She look good, but a slut, pure cum-fest
She prolly handle business like a dub, but couldn't come that
Poppin' out with twenty-five or more, it's called a rap check
Pull up on my n***as sellin' those, lil' trap check
Forty-one cool up on my wrist, but want a patek
Them bitches bustin' fast, n***a, two texts
We ain't never sold dope inside a building, like the suisets
N***as better take shell, done now, and leave the roofs wet (Fuck!)
Roofs wet