I don't walk or talk a lot, my phone keep ringin, bail in car
I serve some p's and hit some blocks, fifteen was sellin, nickel rocks
Diamond chain dancing, plain watch, yeah, i can fight, but i won't box
But i'ma star, you gon' get popped, she tryna give me head and swap
I'm tryna get my head, get lost, they send pop shots, then we gon' toss
When our block hot, we don't go home, still in the projects on the phone with hoes
If we all put a hundred to this hot car, we can get somethin' gone
If we catch one or two of they ass danglin, they can't talk no more
I can tell he never shot that gun or shit, i might just need that hoe
Jump tough and we gon' take his fuckin' soul, for now, he can keep that though
He ain't no opp, we send him about his way, we ain't gon' hurt lil' folks
He is a opp, he meet the heaven gates, and he get a shirt to go
Can't put no button on them newest gens, i don't want no glock no more
He wifed a eat, i laughed, he talkin' bout that bitch, ain't no thot no more
Now i'm on kedzie with lil' dellly, we helpin' tete fix her nose
She ask me why i'm never home i'm gettin' this baking soda sold
Just sold my bitch at c.c, she bought chanelly for us both
I had a phase of poppin' ggs with the 30's, i mixed them both
I watch her shake her ass with all her friends, like it's my favorite show
He finna crash out for that hoe, but won't even tag a nigga toe
That nigga ain't know i sold him soap still added a hundred to my roll
Still catchin' a b if he touch my chain
And you still gotta watch for that back door
Still got steel, just chill lil bro
Still in the field, tryna get rich, though
She went through my phone, look at my wrist, though
I like 'em petite, i don't want a big hoe
They say i'm unique, like i didn't know, dog down your street in a black range rover
I get fly like i'm super grover
Three hundred black sound like a explosion
She don't want me, the bitch want exposure
I'm tryna see if my homie 'nem know her
I'm tryna see if i'm right and she goin
Run up on glo, send him right to the lord
I don't walk or talk a lot, my phone keep ringin, bail in car
I serve some p's and hit some blocks, fifteen was sellin' nickel rocks
Diamond chain dancin, plain watch, yeah, i can fight, but i won't box
But i'ma star, you gon' get popped, she tryna give me head and swap
I'm tryna get my head, get lost, they send pop shots, then we gon' toss
When our block hot, we don't go home
Still in the projects, on the phone with hoes
If we all put a hundred to this hot car
We can get somethin' gone
If we catch one or two of they ass danglin, they can't talk no more