Yacht Master E

Orlo got the streets goin' crazy. Turn the mask down. I had to buy a yacht, mask fall, and Bust it on a soldier with a K on. Gotta love what the fuck niggas told. I don't got shit to prove, nigga, I know What I know. How it feel to know your Bitch out here sellin' her soul? I'm finna call all my hoes up, can we Collaborate? Jeezy, what that mean? Can you elaborate? I wanna make a porno, I don't masturbate. I wanna fuck all of my hoes because it's Saturday. Ayy, yeah, I'm in a good mood. I deserve to have ten bitches, I'm a good Dude. Lobster, steak, shrimp, butter cake, I mean The good food. Or we can get a two-piece, Bitch, I'm a hood dude. Ayy, yeah, I'm still the same nigga. Still got an O on my pendant, but my Chain bigger. I don't change, nigga, you still the Same lame nigga. I'm a four-four Kippur, Foreign lane switcher. I can never leave the gang, Ayy, gang need me. Get to playin' with the pussy, make it Fiji. Hand over your bitch, make it easy. You hear the bitches in the club screamin', "Jeezy. Go, go, go, Jeezy." Pop a nigga, get him gone with the four Fiji. Hollows hit his shells, left his brains over Easy. It get real in the field, It get greasy. I don't cap though, don't tell No lies, please believe me. And time fly, it keep goin' by every season. I'm fly and you wonder why she keep on Leavin'. Ayy, wonder why she keep on leavin' and She gone, nigga. Yeah, Yeah, And she gone, nigga. Hold on, I gotta take a break. Hold on. I had to take a break, yeah, my dick Suck, I'm growin' up. Your bitch phone stay on DND because she hoorin' up. A hundred thousand, book me in your city and I'm showin' up. I'm on the radio and the Television, I'm blowin' up. Sunroof open, throwin' money out that bitch. I got thirty-one, one up top, thirty round clip. I got thirty bops in the spot shakin' ass And tits. Every time my brothers slide, we don't Take credit for that shit. Every time my brothers slide, we don't take credit For that shit. Every time my brothers slide, we don't take credit Shit.