(Cruising down the street, real slow What the fuck are they yelling?
Marrero Talk to me now!)
Yeah
Lets get it
Don't work well with others
Best results is when left alone
Pressing down on blocks coming through hoods hot as a pressing cone
I'm never home, too busy [?] out here selling stones
In my neighborhood you ain't a man until you bill a phone
I spill patron for all the killers I know dead and gone
A nigga mention Juan, I feel like Von about L'A Capone
Streets like a game of 21, watch how you choose to spin
Don't get tipped out before 16, the only rule is win
Watch who you grin
Playing with blocks you just might lose a limb
Neph' can't even spell or read but he know how to shoot a Jim
Bodies like a nickel a piece, I get you Two for Ten
Got more G's in my left pocket, been on this Gucci brim
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive, My bitch so possessive
One nigga with Two hoes in my coupe, that's still a solo effort
I know I'm Pepper, Habanero
Shot to Munch and Claro
Debbie and Megan just got [?] from Uncle Laro
Mi casa su casa, Big cap ain't no Sombrero
When you tapped in with [?] the pack come with the Alero
Take you off 'fore you run the light, something hot from the barrel
Break you off something proper like, like Cain cousin Harold
(Break yo self nigga)
In love with my chopper, bullseye you like a bow and arrow
Ran off for the whole block of white, feel like my brother Jerry
Out of town, line on the pints copping 200 barrels
My plug from the roster but my connect come from Guerrero
My phone spiking
Popping scripts, I do my own writing
Pippi Longstocking, I ain't with all of the long typing
I sold Vikers in Meno state with no license
Toll piking through the turn bridge, cakes with no icing
My hoe's dyking, popping pussy, got me nose diving
Custo steady ringing, said I'm leaving but I'm Gold man
Clothes lining off the dresser, I'm a whole Simon
They do what I tell em' if I tell the hitters go find him
Dropped down 450 on the whip, don't need no cosign
Know how I know that that's my brick?
Because we both shining
Bust white gold prezzy behind tint, Joe Biden
Neph' ran off with some petty shit, thought I was gon' slam him
Real neighborhood trophy, I'm the ghetto Heisman
Collectors item in the field, I'm like a middle linemen
I been reclining in the big seat, silver lining
Half a ticket in hits, ain't even half of what I spent in diamonds
Mi casa su casa, Big cap ain't no Sombrero
When you tapped in with [?] the pack come with the Alero
Take you off 'fore you run the light, something hot from the barrel
Break you off something proper like, like Cain cousin Harold
In love with my chopper, bullseye you like a bow and arrow
Ran off for the whole block of white, feel like my brother Jerry
Out of town, line on the pints copping 200 barrels
My plug from the roster but my connect come from Guerrero