I wrote this shit up in my hoe spot I came up with this sitting in my hoe spot (Bust that pussy open, they don't know what that smell like) We just had a thousand trick summer, a million trick winter I'm fresh up out my hoe spot Puff Daddy with the twat, can't stop, won't stop We the shit, come see if it stick Swiss cheese, we leave you in ya dream whip The script it was green lit Split when the screams hit a fever pitch I'm deep in this bitch, my sneakers is drenched Been with Nina through thin and thick The candle is lit at two different ends I'm sick, I'm pouring medicine in my drink It's pink, they say ignorance is bliss That scene in the flick I bit the stick then made you said it was fake Through a signal that was sent to the brain A pimp in this game, that's word to Kunta Kinte's chains The day and date face lemonade The yellow range lemon meringue As for my nuts I just let em' hang like a set of drapes Sip the Hennessey straight or maybe chase like some runaway slaves I pray the train ain't running late the gauge is my only running mate My blade will cut ya face was just like some funnel cake Then left a bubble on ya fade that's a buck and some change Blood rain from the jugular vein Flood the drain for tryna kick mud on a brother name I was hovering above the fray like a plane Without a stain on my suede I don't gang bang I played the oven range I'm insane I'm stuck in my ways But our mothers claimed that we're saints (we was saints), but we ain't (but we ain't) Covered in pain I moved up in weight You's just a sitting duck in the lake Bout to get touched by the flame, something was made We ate, the plate gave us stomach pains and some aches But I have zero complaints in this wraith nigga (nigga) I wrote this shit up in the dope spot I came up with this sitting in the dope spot (We bust a brick open you don't know what that smell like) We just had 20 brick summer, 7 body winter I'm fresh up out the dope spot Puff daddy with the pot can't stop won't stop Over the stove hitting it with the baking soda like Take that, take that, take that, take that The rest is liars (them niggas lying) Jump out the Maserati in the best attire Your favorite rapper testify I'm extra fire Money talk, your shit extra tesla quiet Spill the champagne on my Gucci aces, flexercisin' You know it splash right off the leather But it stick to the string like violin I got a shooter with me and a shaman We gonna take your soul and analyze it Ask em' how we had the Benz's on Burk Street (ask em') Lex's on state nigga, that was the worst me (woo) My momma fucked El Chapo then birthed me What's crumbs to a brick boy? You playing with bird seeds Stove God, Abba of the Pot We just packed the Ariana Grande in the drop My young boy Ramadan your block Leave you holy if you make it, you won't eat shit for a month Fuck a drought fuck what day it is my shit jump! (My shit jump) I wrote this shit up in the dope spot I came up with this sitting in the dope spot (We bust a brick open you don't know what that smell like) We just had 20 brick summer, 7 body winter I'm fresh up out the dope spot Puff daddy with the pot can't stop won't stop