Intro E

Drop outta school, I had more money than my Teachers. On the block I work my moves, duck And dodging from them peepers. I keep a Glock, don't know 'bout you. Look 'em up, these niggas sleepers. Keep a lotta bitches, lotta money, A lotta reefer. I do not kick it, No FIFA. Tattoo my gang with a needle. Little SRT cry like a creature. And I'm with my dawgs, I could kill. And what's up with this hotel? Uh, chill. Tryna suck me up for a bill. Little ratchet bitch from the ville. I'm going in for the kill. And my plug tryna make a deal. Make a nigga drop a roll like a drill. Still eating poppas with a lotta hoes. I just got a pint and popped the seal. And I got my diamonds froze, everything real. From my neck, wrist to my ears. When official 'bout to bowl, I just made a Play, nigga. Then I went hopped on a Lear. If you broke, you need to disappear. I'm steady taking money trips. I be with some Bloods and Crips. Heard he poppin', got the loose lips. I be poppin' tags at Saks. All that playing get a nigga killed. Got them thirty rounds on the clip. Watch a nigga flip now around the VIP. Tryna fuck on me a MILF. Hit the turbo, feel the drift. Hope my haters go jump off a cliff. In LA smoking on a piff. I'm the wave, I'm the rapper, no whip. On a Perc' and a half of a pill. Heard you signing for half of a deal. Boy, that ain't even half of a mil'. I'm in the trap still. Come get your cap peeled. I been a pimp trill. Been off on the map, yeah. I got my strap chilled. Wanna get back, chill. I been balling, so tell 'em to deal. It's a drop top, you can see us. Lot of work when I walk in the real. And I been having straps like Adidas. Get my drank from your local CVS. My neck, it's real VVS. I'm up now, I ain't gotta stress. It's a touchdown, keep the field goal. Been a hour, I'm still in the bowl. Like a Norbit, I'm all around the globe. Call me Norbit, my pockets fat as hell. I been touring, I'm on off the road. This a foreign, no, this is not a Ford. Keep the money, the bag, oh yeah, of course. Been on the lean, hear it in my voice. On the high speed in a black Porsche. Got the flame door, come and get torched. And we touching keys like I'm Scott Storch.