Bitch it's big Thirty and I don't play Turn up the spot make it earthquake I built me a home on first base MFBA we in first place You should keep ya name on the first basis I had to take it back to my old basics I see the Same names with some new faces I'm on 465 high drivin brakeless She like it slow like we in the matrix When I come through the spot don't say shit I got this bitch cocked don't say shit Now I get paid to talk shit Ima talk smooth to the microphone Make ya ass rock like a metronome Bunch of missed calls on my telephone I don't even answer on the cell phone Nigga I'm feelin like gotti It take em six months for the body Oh we make it hard to find em So I don't think that's likely My mental stuck on psychic So I know you pullin that sly shit You always actin like a beat You always On that type shit AK on the way to the doe On the phone ina fight wit yo hoe And I told her my baby around So get lost to the ground Or go play wit lil bro My rellos been some My pockets are sinking I only feel right when they grow Cause I dream to get paid when I flow Don't hate cause 38 stackin his cake Should know that my brotha fasho And I met him right after his show So get passed in yo lane As we race to our goal In the streets so I try to stay low And I'm Huntin them bucks so I stay wit a bow But I Stay wit a pole Cause that's how I stay in control Don't run up I'm takin a soul Really risk it Butter Biscuit Keep a hit stick Rollin with it Blink n' miss this Talkin shit bitch I'm grippin and spittin some heat While I'm Flippin and sippin on lean You claim we a team But you don't come round So the fuck do you mean XDs extended with beams While the clips are hangin out my jeans My life's a movie you makin a scene So I shoot like it's green Then I pop me a bean To forget every-thing I'ma Champion chasin down rings Realest from nap Gotta chase a me a check Bringin in bank While I'm rollin on stank But these Bitches be lookin We breaking they necks Fiji brand new in my hands See me come through with them bands And you could never understand A white boy wit a tan The big boy a main man I claim gang till I can't I'd fight never coulda ran I'm bustin till the gun jam It's AK goin on the lamb Wit Jaysan on my right Catch me pull up to the light Catchin him holding on his pipe Keep the choppa not a bike I'm Grippin holdin hella tight People slip up with they life Losers trip up bein nice Winners drippin in some ice Im just trynna live my life