Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Smoking so much gas that I'm higher than the sun (Uh)
High as fuck, walking down the block, put in my blunt (Uh)
I got everything you need and some of the shit you want (Uh)
I got percs and the lean, no Reggie, I'm selling runts
I bought a portrait of myself, I feel like Napoleon
If you want some beef you can have that shit Mongolian
I just had sex I put that shit in the Fallopian
I like my bitches real tall like the Amazonians
Tall ass bitch and she tryna get stoned again
Uh, when I'm on the road I can't wait to get home again
If you need some shit and I ain't pick up, call my phone again
If you need some shit and tryna pick up, I'm your phone-a-friend
That bitch wanna fuck, I don't even look at her
PETA tryna burn my closet, all my shit fur
Gotta Old English so I'm slurrin' all my words
My shit hit the block and the fiends start to chirp
I just sold a quap, now I'm at the barbershop
I'm makin' moves all night like I'm at IHOP
If you fake to the gang, out the photo you get cropped
I'm doing crime in my black tee, I'm Steve Jobs
Uh, I'm doin' crime every day 'cause I'm tryna get paid
No way I could work a nine-to-five, that shit's gay (Uh)
Got a burner on my waist and I'll put it to your face
If you tryna be a case just say it (Uh)
I just gotta twist it, bop it
The top back, cock it and pop yo ass, I ain't playing (Uh)
Bitch I'm at the top in the cockpit
Plain white tee, Plain Jane on my wrist on a plane (Uh)
Big ass bullet and that shit a hunnid grain (Uh)
Big ass bullet and that shit FMJ (Uh)
Big ass bullet comin' out the AK
If you play with my boy MK, I'm gon' spray
You see
All this shit's really just a choice (yeah)
It's up to you (isn't it beautiful?)
One day you could choose to wake up and do that shit for you (yeah)
But until then
You're doin' that shit for the man (Look at everything around you)
And the man don't want you to win (wow)
No cap
Got a dog in a cage with a blanket on top
If I let that boy out he gon' maul the whole block
I got packs in the mail, I got weed in my sock
I'm the pusha man, ten racks for the Wock
C-c-crib in Cali look like a dispensary
I'm-I'm-I'm with some foreign bitches pouring up some Hennessey
When it come to selling work I'm a Kennedy
When it come to these bitches I'ma take a rack a week
R-real life pimp, iceberg
Slim Glock on my hip, you can feel the burn
I-if he talk down on the set we gon' put him in a urn
Th-th-they'll never find the body and the case will be adjourned
Yeah, I got rims on my whip like a chariot
They spinning all the time
Yeah, I just bought a statue of myself
I feel like Roman times
Like ancient Greek times, bitch
Yeah, bitch
Yeah, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch