[Hook:]
Man I'm still tippen 4s
Smokin' dro, with your ho she gettin' low
Keep it lowkey like Gary Coleman, walkin' in through his front door
RIP to Big Hawk, Fat Pat, Big Moe
I love my folk & I love my city, hold it down to the nitty gritty
Houston city to the grave with me, sippin lean that purple lipton
Texas Tea got sleepy kidneys, fuck around about to make a million
Yo girl superman but a straight villain, steal ya girl but she can't stay with me
I'm on my grind, she wanna have children, But I keep the Trojan
Lane Kiffen
I ain't gonna trip, she my lil dip
She here for the cheese but these Nacho chips
Nice lips & thick hips, don't impress me I've seen plenty of this
Plenty hoes will jock the tip, so when I get signed they gon' feel that shit
They gon' feel that shit, when its my time, they gon' feel that shit

[Verse 1: Ra]
They gon' feel that, they gon' feel that shit
She want that, that long dick, she want it in that gut
Badass sluts be hella quick to come catch that nut
Don't know who she fuck with, but her child probably be a badass mutt (Ewh)
Tryna get this cash up, look at them n***as I passed up
Tryna steal a n***a fame, so in the booth I'm masked up
Classical, suited up for this shit, casual
One night with a chick, smash & go
Then I'm off to my next show, cashin' flow
To the bank yooo, then to the mall where I purchase clothes
Black Scale, I sak my clothes on the 5th Avenue, find your road
Money & clothes, Cars & clothes, House & bud, livin' the life yo
Livin La Vida, Livin La Loca, I'm high off of life yea so high

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