Gangsta Grillz ya bastards

There's a couple married b**ches in the building

F**ked them I get that mouth I get that p**sy the end

I see you niggas got no life Sixth Sense

She said she wanna f**k my brains out

But she gonna have to suck this dick first Preach

She sat on my dick she sat on my face

I told that b**ch she got good seats

Man these niggas softer than fleece 2-D niggas and they obliques

You talked that sh*t I knock you out now go ahead and talk in your sleep

B**ch you know the motto It's Young Money over hoes

Lying to these b**ches they call my dick Pinnochio

Gettin' to the money now the money getting to me

She say vert-dick is hung like a jury

I'm on the track DOA some of these niggas be DEA

Money tall: NBA broke niggas: SMH

Hit em like Canseco but she be like"No way Jose"

I got all that white

What you call that OK

Every night I go hard

She blow me like Boston George

She like it in her a** mouth and p**sy 3 car garage

These niggas is false alarms

They don't mean no f**kin harm

Hey baby let's make a porn

Ba-bum Devil horns

You know that I ain't got no ceilings

The money changed me I'm making chameleons

Only God can judge me can't appeal it

In the name of the Father Son Holy Spirit amen

Tell them alphabet boys it's a"G" thing

I've got a street sweeper do you need your street cleaned

Young Money b**ch We colder than a ski team

Red beam if you scared muf**ka go to church

Preach Security breach I'm on that grass harder than cleats

I'm on that gas y'all on E

Ni**a my cash out of your reach I run sh*t like the reverend

She get on her knees for this dick

Then swallow all of them blessings church

Just a way of life

Bought my mama a crib

Bought my daddy a car

Let him go free Tune

Now they think I'm a star

Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing

Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing

I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking

Plus these b**ches be stalking trying look for a fortune

In the Chi we say church when the p**sy gets purchase

Got a b**ch so bad she make a player get nervous

Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as f**k

I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up

Swag so d**e you probably think I'm dealing

And I only give head if baby girl swallow children

Boo ain't got a ghost and b**ches still be catch the holy ghost

She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose

Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat

Only ride foreign we don't do 100 spokes

When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes

Ha Laughing at you f**k boys

Skate gear I'm a truck boy

On my truck right I don't give a f**k boy