Woah, shades on, I'm too geeked My eyes seeing smoke, these niggas don't want no beef Diamonds on my t–, diamonds on my teeth No, my talk not cheap, hear dollar signs when I speak Clean the dick, she a neat freak, think she got OCD I'm ballin' like OKC I'm ballin' like SGA You can't ball with us, you don't know my body (what the fuck?) Cheer when I'm on the stage No matter what I make, they gon' call it rage Buck 50, his face off, switchblade 'Bout them digits, she gon' make that ass shake I'm havin' a bad day Poured my last four, then spilled it all, it's a sad day Every day I ball in the mall, not just on Saturday Can't fuck with her, I heard she got a finsta, can't have no second page Rockstar, rock show, rock shit Pop out with my dick, can't wait to pop this Ran off with your shit, this ain't no proxy Got a bad bitch, she brown just like Foxy I got the block lit I've been trappin' all day, I'm on the block She caught me cheatin', ain't never gave a fuck, I'm actin' shocked But if she leave or stay, all these hoes still gon' flock Get the fuck out the way, them. 308s don't even got a name on 'em Did 170 creepin' up the street, I just dropped the brain on it All I know is lean, lean, lean, lean, damn, I need a cane, homie She thought I was excited 'bout the pussy, got the bitch waitin' on me
