That's that shit man
You already know man
Yea don't talk to me
Not in public at least
Ah
Uh, it's a great time
To be alive
Ridin down
I-35
Great time
Skate alive
I just wanna
Pull up in 5
Put 25 in my tank and feel great
Ya dig
Way back before I had the coach in my prefix
Pushin pops Acura, the one that had the defects
You loved me anyway yea
Knew that I'd be great ya
I just had to wait ah
I just had to pray on it
Go to sleep, had to lay on it
Had to stay on it
Night and day
Tap that ass write my name on it
Icing all around me red velvet hella caked up
Shawty that bish jealous she alone when she wake up
Fighting for position
She even took a pay cut
Sacrifice, jeporodizing pride just to lay up with a nigga
That shit sad
Aint u glad this lil nigga in his bag?
Ain't you? (Ain't you?)
Ain't you? (Ain't you?)
Aint u glad this lil nigga in his bag?
Always digging in his pocket for the gas
Ran up on a situation made me gasp
Ay who this cat tryna speak to you?
He is bitch made
Been waitin on a time to snuff his ass since the 6th grade
Run up on him halt the conversation like "What's good fam?"
He asked her "Who this nigga is?" ("Man who's ya man's ma?")
She told him "I don't know that man"
Nigga what-what the f is this a joke?
No this bitch didn't hit me with the okie doke
I'll be damned if I let her play the kid for a fool
That's exactly what I did though took the L and kept it moving: sad day
Sad day
Bet you glad I'm no longer in my bag
Just gon toss me to the side like I'm a rag
Sad day
Sad day
Bet you glad I'm no longer in my bag
Just gon toss me to the side like I'm a rag
Got the Jeep but I rather get the Jag
I don't like it I just want that shit to brag
Yea, Ay
Say I don't like her I just want the bitch to brag
Pardon the bullshit
Approaching the pool pit (Yea)
And I brought flowers
Our finest hours (Uh)
Converting a tandem
To buss at random (Ay)
While loosing my mind on
Cam like Manson
And she keep dancing
And I can't take it
Girl let's kill the bottle 'fore this room turn vacant (This room turn vacant)
The light go pitch black
Collect my karma
Then cracked a 6 pack (Ya)
Tucked my pharma
Then hit my bitch back
Pardon me forgiveness for the slip up
I'ma pick you up by noon soon as I get up (Ay)
Scurry in a hurry after tucking like sit ups
I been up, tossing and turning plotting the come up
The karmas in mind we man made the divine (One)
And I could use a written just to polish the time (Yea)
And I just need a pocket to look after my dime
She told me "Hit me when you home"
I said "Don't worry I'm fine", what up
Yea
This is a no smoking building
Muhfucker my crew come around you start fannin
I'll fuck yo bitch Big Bondze I do damage
Do damage
I got a Puerto Rican b she speak Spanish
Different languages, I had to switch it up
Came through, made a plate I had to fix it up
I had to pick her up
I had to drop her off
At yo mama's house
At yo papa's crib
You know damn young nigga like Popovich
Shoot that three and hit all net like Stojaković
Like Stojaković
Yea I might just pick pocket yo bitch
Gotta go ahead I might just flip the script
Yea nigga yea I'm really up in this bitch
Red cup yea ahuh
Po' it up yea ahuh
Fuck is-is you talking bout we goin up
Fuck is nigga's talking bout we po'in up
Don't worry bout what's in my cup