I some lil' niggas that thirst cream That pop a bitch on camera and we ain't bout twerk team up cribs turnin' porches to smokescreens Mama smoking nightmares her pipe dream Hard to give advice behind the mind of the So his limits have ceilings cause his pop behind become a free meal Streets become a thrill Same prices pa paid he gon' pay a cheap Hourglasss empty but he lookin' for a Revolver breakdancin, yeah he make that windmill he's just a psycho in the city in the Chrysler Everybody livin' spiteful lookin' just to ice you So we livin' hostile just to cop Aeropostale Mafia, for a lil' Hollister Gotta get his up So we hit the game all his re-up, now he rob the dice game Probation violation call his ass the son of Got these old scared like it's crystal lake and Jason Cause they been through cases they tryna go back Fresh meat up on the street he give a fuck that Snatchin' Carti's downtown wear 'em damn week get the same bitches on the same damn street Rob a ho ass at the same damn time At the same time, at the same damn time Cause gremlins
He just smoke some kush And fuck with some at the mall For that shit, he it all Baby face and all, my lil' nigga ball, lil' nigga gotta ball Run up on you that money at Fuck nigga after in that double cup Lil screwed up Pop a pill And he don' nigga You do it in the song, he do it for nigga And all his OGs is dead or in prison to talk to him like, fuck it they won't listen Unnecessary shit, that he has to A pair of True dog, my lil' nigga blast you Listenin' to 2 Chainz, thinkin' bout college I wonder if he knew that 2 Chainz to college I wonder if he knew that, would change his mind? that's somethin' we'll find in due time