[Intro]
Fuck everything
One n***a I'm straight on is Master P
This is wild dude
I got my whole gang in this bitch
Yeah all my n***as in this bitch, all my n***as, yeah
Aw n***a yeah n***a
I don't know why the fuck I always wanna talk shit fast, but that shit sound sweet

[Verse 1: Veeze]
My whole gang sip lean for no reason
My whole gang sip lean like we need it
I use your bitch just for head on the weekend
I smoke exotics ‘til I look like Yao Ming twin
You so fuckin’ broke it look like you got diseases
I show you how to wipe a n***a nose like he sneezin’
These n***as copy everything we do, I can't believe it
I think these n***as mad I'm on my way and I ain't need еm
I turn to Michael Phelps when thеy threw me in the deep end
I'm balling like Ray Allen with the fade, bitch I'm Jesus
With them blue faces n***a, we gon’ hit yo block bleedin
Hope you got some dog shit to move yo momma if we beefing
Gang come through, got yo bitch actin like she single
If the feds come, I'ma act like I don´t speak English
Every Glock that we got, clip like a can of Pringles
You a opp, if you with a opp, fuck if that's your people
Man, this cup that I'm sippin’ on cost a pair of Yeezy's
I can make a whole pint appear like I got a Genie
Off the drank, I be Dr. King I be somewhere dreamin’
I woke up, I was on Rosa Parks hunned blunts with Leeky
My bitch waist small but her body wide like the demon
If yo pap’ small, when the bosses round, why you speakin’
That's yo first ten ball, I can tell by how you treat it
If you wanna have a ball off, we go alopecia
I got this shit on deck right now, I’on gotta call my people
You lie on every song you on, so n***a we ain't equal
Don't bring yo girlfriend to my show, she see me, she gon leave you
Brooks’ll gun her down just like a sniper you won't see him
N***a don't hate on me, just be a fan, just like yo BM
N***a I whip the dope until it look just like some wheat Timbs
She don't even got my number, I just fucked her off the DM
Bitch this ain't no slumber, you ain't fuckin you can't sleep here
You rappin’ about the bag but all yo money come from GM