[Intro]
Aye, aye
I gave this lil' hoe my number, now she can't stop usin' it
GANG
Outwest 290 shit
Bitch, you know how I'm rocking, n***a
Get yo' guns up, get yo' funds up
You on that opp shit, you get mopsticked, bitch
No Hooks Part 2
Gang

[Verse 1]
I gave this lil' hoe my number, now she can't stop usin' it
I just bought a new chopper, now I can't stop usin' it
Made in Italy, my shoes got 2 G's on 'em
Cop a foreign then I threw some D's on 'em
I'm a dog on every beat I leave fleas on 'em
See my pistol like a lemon, boy, don't make me squeeze on ya
And, bitch, if you ain't no stripper, I ain't throwin' cheese on you
I'm so cold I might leave you froze if I sneeze on you
If you do blow then bring me yo' nose
Out here sellin' blow
Ran out of baggage so I told my hoes to go to the store
Chopper left him with a bald head, but he had a 'fro
They wanted smoke, now they all dead
Go look at the score
The hottest n***a in it, ain't I?
Baby, I'm a big dog but I ain't a K9
You droppin names to the feds? Boy, you better not say non'
Get 200 for the time, bitch can't let her waste mine
The cops tried to get it back at me
Tough luck damned if they pull me over with this shit in my trunk
Fast whip with the pink slip, bitch, this my shit
I'm ridin' in it with a full clip of this hot shit
Ridin' 26's on the road to riches, bitches blow me kisses
Tried to tell 'em but they didn't listen, now they reminiscin'
'Cause they dissin', I bought ammunition for the opposition
You ain't got no vision and you confused with no intuition
This bitch so thick she can't even fit her thong
I can't consider pistol 'cause the clip is too long
She can't inhale her smoke 'cause the reefa too strong
I know I was gon' make it, won't be broke for too long
Bitch, I got my shoes, I rock Christian Loubs when I walk
Money in my room, I dont got no room in the vault
If you make the news fuckin' with my dudes that's your fault
Tried to run, he fell, should've tied his shoes before he walked
I gave that bitch my number
Even though I knew she would stalk
He say he the truth even when I knew he was false
Actin' like he hard even though I knew he was soft
I was sellin' hard, I know what to do with the soft
Bitch, I'm livin' large like I'm Big Pun in this bitch
Like some Morphine, leave a n***a numb in this bitch
Big booty bitch, I might put my thumb in her shit
Switched Ruger clips and I put a drum on that bitch
Bitch, I'm tryna put my paws on a bag like I'm Santa Claus
Get all in her jaws, kick her out, and forget to call
N***a, I'm a bear, you a dog, got a different claw
N***a, you ain't seen what I saw, boy, my vision raw
Ridin' 4 deep with that heat, no drive out
We walk up, leave a n***a block chalked up
You kill one of mine, we get our lick back, we need to sober up
I put my drop top in a paint shop, it need a close up
This bitch lookin' at me, like wine she fine as hell
She wanna fuck my watch, well, only time will tell
You broke as hell, in that cell, you can't make your bail
We got pounds, we got bails, and they all for sale
Sixes on my Cutlass got me sittin' tall as hell
A n***a press my buttons then you know we raisin' hell
You wanna have my baby, hoe, you must be crazy as hell
Get up and get some money, boy, yo' ass lazy as hell
Ran up a quarter mill' and I ain't even got no deal
I rode with the steel and I don't even need no pill
You actin' like you drill, you ain't even in no field
Even though I'm grown still ridin' on big wheels
[Outro]
Skrt
Gang, gaaaang, gang
Hahahahah, BITCH
Skrt, skrt