Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm in this bitch with Twonem, haha, yeah Free three, haha, yeah Walked in fitted, then I, left out dirty Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby I been way too geeked, I popped too many perkies And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka (Huh, uh, uh), yeah My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka Wake up, hit for 50, feel like Curtis I roll her in the Rolls, she feel exposed, drop the curtain You got poles, and I got poles, just drop the lo', be there in thirty Grab my mask, get to purgin', we make mama's go to churches We make granny's broke off funeral homes, I don't do nun' of that rapping We wrap opps up like tortillas, boy you know this shit get tragic If I catch Lil Nine, I'ma hit his ass with that Nina' all in traffic Brand new stick, I'll wave the bitch like Selena, I do magic Off ten beans in a Beamer, double-stack got me on Venus Unc mad, made him wait for two hours, he in here fiendin' I ain't do it for no reason, plug playin' on my re-up Long as I get that shit gone, get to smoke and kick my feet up (Hmm, hmm, yeah) Bitch, better go suit up, yeen got no excuses I been beating my feet, something like I abuse em Talking to God, I miss my brudda, like why you took him? Fuck them crackas, they took my dawg, I'm askin' why they booked him Bitch I stood tall, they can't overlook me Always shootin' straight, just a little crooked Still servin' Cookies, still fuck with auntie Still on that porch, I might be up but I ain't signed Crack that seal and po' me up bout' four lines I ain't dropped a Audemar, but they all knowin' it's my time Stay true but get behind me, I'm doing 160 on the I I might serve the lows, but I'm still outchea getting high As God, wave the rod Like I'm from Saint Pete Bitch, I'm geeked up in the stu, we in here eight deep Steady counting all this cheese, that's why they hate me I told her I don't want the pussy, she damn near raped me Walked in fitted, then I, left out dirty Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby I been way too geeked, I popped too many perkies And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka (Huh, uh, uh), yeah My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka