Yo aarab? you got heat in there?
I got heat in here . . .
You got in there and I got heat in here . . .
1200 in here . . .
what’s that shit called? an mp what?
that shit you tap on?
This shit right here called crack . . .
ok . . .
Listen . . .
12 this . . .
What car I didn’t drive? I had every sneaker so . . .
I’m that nigga, my nigga
somethin’ you need to know
Don’t talk, everything I don’t need to know
Tavern on the green, papaya where I treat a hoe
I’m a criminal, heroin no chemicals
Niggas know my name, I don’t deal with subliminals
My niggas knocked, they’ll spit in ya face
law library, looking for a glitch in the case
sit in ya place, before you get a stitch in your face
a number to his ass, get him erased
that toolie fly, no piece
moolie die, no grief
you cool? we cool
coolie high, cochese
looking like a bowl of sugar, so sweet
thinking bout what you look like, no teeth
so get right, noon to midnight
wrist bright, kill em with the blade on my swiss knife
* Hook *
cars, boats, clothes
just to name a few
stars, coke, hoes
yea they hang with you
every feature presented
we album painted true
y’all niggas is sick wit it
we make y’all faces blue
* Hook *
Oohs and aahhs
I confess y’all
no homo but every bar, niggas head nod
tap the sky like, like no lie
the next y’all
expensive fly like a shop in a jet mall *Vado*
when I touch mics, the kid bout it
was up nights, with fluff white
I spit about it
GTR, pick up nights the feel about it
if that’s your wife, I fucked twice
small thing to a giant, known for breaking down small things to a client
4 pound, a small things in the iron
fucked what could have been a small thing but you lyin’
It’s no comparison, confident
a lot of arrogance
battle me? Let me save you from the embarrassment
you average, just a kid
I’m the mavericks
You play for me, take a seat at my establishment