Hey, John, why you do that?
Yeah, alright
I need my chili like I′m in Italy
Scrabbling the devil got me popping percs repeatedly
Blendy I been shitting on the bitches that mistreated me
He said he gon' shoot me when he see me but he greeted me don′t get close
This a thirty stick in my book bag
Can't wait to set it off for any nigga that look at me mad
Why this bitch don't look like all the thousands of life she had
She calling me daddy, bitch, do I look like I′m dad?
I just pulled a four in his Fanta and rode exotic
Baby who you bank with I′m a scammer I'm done with flocking
Her mouth that bomb diggity she my lil′ Bin Laden
These niggas-copy pastin' what I do but they just can′t top it
It's been a long week still made fifty K
I′m big EBK bitch who gon' die today
I'm with them niggas who gon′ shoot and say they just playin′
I still see you fuck niggas through these Ray-Bans
This choppa break a nigga down and make him break dance
I don't really get along with niggas I don′t shake hands
I don't even do these songs with niggas ′cause I hate them
I pull some shit out my pocket, make 'em say damn
I put a hundred on the chop and make ′em lay down
On my baby I done fell in love with the Dre sound
A hundred thousand sitting up in my PayPal
I was just in the slammer counting all my days down
All your bullshit bitch please don't start it
I threw two titties on the chop turn it to a barbie
I AP all my hoes don't do no carting
These niggas acting hella strange having diddy barking
No bullshit, bitch, I′m that fuckin′ nigga
Let that nigga look at me brazy, I'ma fuckin′ kill 'em
All of these diamonds on me, fuck, I look like I was chillin′
I'm thumbin′ through a million
Brody, I think these perky's fake 'cause I don′t feel ′em
All of these hoes lying to me, ain't got no feelings
Been on the road, ain′t had no sex in a cold minute
I got a problem, all I wanna do is smoke niggas, for real
I need my chili, like I'm in Italy
Scrabbling the devil got me popping percs repeatedly
Blendy I been shitting on the bitches that mistreated me
He said he gon′ shoot me when he see me, but he greeted me, don't get close
It′s a thirty stick in my book bag
Can't wait to set it off for any nigga that look at me mad
Why this bitch don't look like all the thousands of life she had
She callin′ me daddy, bitch, do I look like I′m dad?
I just put a four in this Fanta, it rode exotic
Baby, who you bank with? I'm a scammer, I′m done with flockin'
